CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Blaise refused to let liking Lamisi get in the way of business. He’d handed her a non-disclosure agreement before exposing her to his work. The pain of past betrayals had served as a lesson. She didn’t seem to mind as she scrolled her signature onto the form after listening to his reasoning for it and then reading it.
They settled into the seats at the desktop computers he’d set up in his studio. Keeping his hands to himself during their session would be a feat of Mt. Afadjato proportions so he’d left the door open as an added incentive to behave.
She hadn’t exposed her breasts or legs in the overkill manner other women used to catch his attention, yet her jeans and loose-fitting red dashiki top tempted. Her hair had been freshly twisted and framed her face. Unlike the
