Page 9 of Filthy Business
Since we’d talked about my favourite subject—my company—I ran over time with her. Kate had emailed to let me know Warner was on his way, but before I could get Iris out, the bastard sauntered in.
His eyes locked on her immediately.
“Why, hello there,” he said—dark, smooth, teeth on full display like a predatory wolf.
Motherfucking whoring bastard.
“Miss Dalton was just leaving,” I said abruptly, turning to Iris.“I’ll see you in reception.”
She smiled at us both and left like she hadn’t just lit my office on fire.
“Sheesh. Why do you look so angry?” Warner asked, already grinning as he handed me the envelope.“I got it all done. See for yourself. It’s airtight.”
Then he glanced toward the door.“Kate said she’s in business law. I could help her out if—”
“No, thank you. She’s already on the legal team.”
“But—”
“Drop it, Warner,” I snapped.
He stilled, then grinned wider.“Ohhh. It’s like that, is it?”
I glared at him, but he just shrugged.
“What? You should’ve said she was yours.”
Mine.
The word rang louder than it should have.
“You’re almost a free man,” he added with a wink.
Almost. I just hoped Leona didn’t drag the divorce out.
Chapter 5
Iris
I smirked as I closed the office door behind me.
Warner Reid—high-powered solicitor and notorious womaniser.
He hadn’t disappointed.
This was all far easier than I’d anticipated.
Magnus Lucas Trentham was like putty in my hands. My nights of watching him were nearly over.
I walked into the ladies’bathroom and checked my makeup. My lips were still red, my hair was still sharp, and my eyes were gleaming.
Mary Palmer.
I snickered, biting back a full laugh.
He’d moved out of his marital home. His relationship with his son was fractured beyond repair. He was ripe. Ripe and ready to be plucked.
Watching him night after night, sprawled across his chaise longue like a distressed Victorian woman, had been the most entertaining part of this entire plan. It was always around that time Mary Palmer came online.
