Klive Brion POV.
"He does not know who I am," she stated flatly.
"No," I agreed, almost giddy with victory. "Yet it was only your scent that completely messed up his head. He was practically pleading with me to tell him your name."
Despite the fact that I had never lied to her, she was stunned. Her life was full of men who desired her power, position, or wealth. Probably none of them were genuinely interested in her.
"You did not tell him?"
"No, I didn't. Not without your permission, at any rate. But I am sure he is dreaming about you right now," I concluded, pleased with myself. I was always bad with women and their emotions. Their point of view always felt overwhelming to me.
Maybe I did not screw up this time.
We were both silent for a long time. I just wanted her to stay and con
