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“Uncle Charlie would know if we didn’t,” I evaded. Would he know if I slept on the chaise longue in here? Probably not, but that wasn’t information that I wanted to volunteer right now.

“That makes sense. Anyway, I’m glad you’re here,” she said. “I need help with something only you can give me.”

The blood in my body redirected immediately to my cock, and I felt myself stiffening, desperate to bury myself in this woman. I could only hope she didn’t glance down and see the rising tent in my slacks. Being a man around a woman like Riley was downright undignified.

“And what would that be?” My voice came out like ground stone pressed beneath a mountain, deep as hell, and almost a groan.

Riley’s eyes danced, and I wondered if the little minx was playing with me. Surely, she had to know how I wanted her. I’d done nothing but touch her, follow her, track her down and try to get closer to her since we met. Oh, and add in stealing kisses wherever I could, and it seemed pretty obvious.

She grinned. “Food. I need food. Can you help me? You’re my only hope.”

Yep, she was a minx alright. Through and through.

CHAPTER11

Riley

To my surprise, Cole knew his way around the kitchen. Considering it was an extremely well-stocked kitchen helped, I supposed, but I was still impressed when he plated a perfectly fluffy cheese omelet for me and slid it across the counter.

I inhale the aroma of perfectly cooked egg and melted cheese. My mouth watered immediately.

“This smells amazing, better than sex,” I muttered, a common line Ella and I used as a joke, seeing as she was well aware of my virgin status.

Cole raised an eyebrow at me. “I don’t know who you’re sleeping with, but I’m sure he can feel the burn from here.”

My cheeks warmed under his scrutiny and the fact that I’d just brought up the very topic I shouldn’t have around a man that was far too sexy for his own good. No wonder I’d brought it up. I was primed for it, considering it kept crossing my mind every time I looked at Cole.

I took a bite of omelet and barely resisted moaning. I didn’t manage it clearly, as Cole smirked.

“I’m understanding how to get you to moan… feed you melted cheese.”

“That’ll do it,” I said, and offered him a mouthful.

“No thanks, I’m full. I ate with Charlie and fumbled through a hundred questions about you.”

“Oh really? We never had our get to know you session.”

“Should we have it now?”

I paused, looking to the clock. “It’s late, isn’t it? Maybe just a few things.”

“Ok, I can work with that. Where did you grow up?”

“Just outside LA. I’d have thought you found that out already with your digital snooping.”

“I only found out your name, and where you worked on your art. I just needed to make contact. I didn’t want your life story from anyone other than you. Well, however much you want to share with me.”

I studied him for a moment and found him genuine. “It’s not very exciting. I met Ella at university. We’re unlikely friends, given how rich she is, and how poor I am, but some people just click. It helps that she does everything in her power not to come across as rich, or course.”

“What, the heiress wants to be like everyone else?”

I nodded. “Yes, she does. Maybe I started as her in to the common people, but then we got closer than that. How about you? Who’s your best friend?”

He was quiet for a long moment. “As much as it pains me to admit it, probably Uncle Charlie.”

“What?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, and looked slightly sheepish, if a man as charismatic and confident as Cole could ever be such a thing. “I don’t have friends. I have business acquaintances and rivals. I have old classmates, who I don’t see. Only Uncle Charlie isn’t competing with me. He’s the only one who cares if I die alone.”

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