Fawn’s POV
Blake looked at me, conflict evident in his expression. “This conversation isn’t over.”
“It never really started,” I replied softly. “But fine, we’ll talk later. Mr Huntington.”
He escorted me to the Huntington Enterprises table near the front of the room. I was acutely aware of Richard and Gemma taking their seats a few tables away, both of them watching us with undisguised interest.
As the speeches began, I only half-listened, my mind racing, pleased with how tonight was working out. Richard was already intrigued by my connection to Fawn. I could use that, cultivate it, turn it into something I could leverage. Let’s not forget Richard’s s****l interest in my body. I grinned.
And Gemma, her jealousy was obvious. That would be even easier to exploit. Her trust in Richard ha
