He was suddenly off his chair and pinning me to the table, his eyes staring down at me with hunger. “Precisely. Wanna see how much better it’d be to f**k someone younger?”
I looked at him. My body that had been trained only for my husband piqued up interestedly. I shut it down. “What happened?”
Blake’s eyes moved over my face. Searching for life as he always did. “Remy hurt my feelings.”
That girl.
I didn’t like her. She was… she was too much. Rough. That was not someone Blake should be with. He needed structure. Guidance. He had talents and a brain that could take him further. She was a distraction. “She’s not important.”
His lip curled slightly. “That’s my fiancé.”
“Vincent hasn’t fully agreed—”
“He will on Monday.” He leaned in closer. “We clearly share similar types.”
“Stop.”
