Page 23 of Bedding his Innocent Mistress

Did that mean something?

Did he no longer want her to go by his place?

Had he lost interest already?

With a small groan, she tapped out a text message. Work was manic. Too late to catch up? She sent the message, grimacing at the pathetic euphemism, hating the insecurities that were now scored deep into her flesh.

His response came through a moment later.

I heard about the server issue. Never too late.

Oh. Of course he’d heard. It was his company that had been affected by the disaster. Maybe others of his companies had suffered similarly.

Okay. See you soon.

His response was immediate. My driver is waiting.

Her smile was flooded with disbelief. And relief. She yawned as she stood, slipping her sleeves into her jacket and flicking off the lights to her office.

True to his word, the same driver who’d conveyed her the night before, and who’d taken them to his apartment from the casino the night they’d met, was waiting for her at the bottom of the building.

“Miss Hennessey,” he said, opening the back door to the sleek black car. It was a Bugatti, she’d gleaned on the previous trip, and she knew enough to know that they were incredibly elite and expensive.

As if the luxurious leather interior wouldn’t have given that away. With its soft white seats and screens in-laid into the sides of the doors. She nestled herself in the corner, her eyes heavy, anticipation curling through her.

“Miss Hennessey?”

She blinked, disorientated. Had she fallen asleep?

“We’re here.”

“Oh,” she murmured groggily, blinking rapidly.

The driver opened the door wider and Ivy stepped out, her eyes scanning the secure elevator doors. The driver waved something over them and pressed a button, then stepped out, allowing Ivy to ride to Rafe’s apartment in solitude.

“You look exhausted,” he murmured as soon as she stepped into the apartment.

“Gee, thanks.”

He, on the other hand, looked outrageously, impossibly good. His suit was a charcoal grey, the shirt a crisp white, and it had been unbuttoned at the throat to reveal the dark column of his neck. He was so sexy.

“Big day?”

“Oh, you know, just the end to the world as we know it. Albeit temporarily.”

“No big deal then?”

She grinned. “Nope.”

Her stomach gave a lurch and she remembered that she hadn’t eaten all day at the same moment an incredible aroma reached her. “What’s that smell?”

“Dinner.”

“Dinner?” Her stomach twisted. She was starving. But dinner… dinner was dangerous, wasn’t it?

“You know, that meal people tend to have at the end of the day?”

She sent him a look of droll amusement. “I am familiar with the concept.”

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