"Perhaps" I allowed with a devilish grin, scribbling away on some notes "but given who I've just married, a kind, loving, and stunning woman, can you blame me, Timothy?" I asked pointedly and with a hint of laughter.
My assistant shook his head. "You are one lucky man Mr Grayson. I wish I had somebody like that waiting for me at home."
"Well Flair's friend Rachel seemed to be quite cozy with you at the breakfast," I said nonchalantly, causing him to blush "Maybe you should ask her out?" I prodded with a sly grin.
Timothy avoided my gaze. "I couldn't Mr. Grayson," he said quietly, avoiding my gaze "I don't think I'm her type" he added with melancholy and a miserable expression on his face.
I raised a brow "What do you mean not her type?" I asked with genuine curiosity.
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