“I have to admit, I am curious,” Krystal observed when they were finally seated opposite Devon two evenings later at the Eleven Madison Park. Her prevarication had confirmed what he’d set out to know – she was playing hard to get and it was only a matter of time before she succumbed to his charms.
“Why would the great Devon Mahoney require my help in his business? I thought you said that you were a conglomerate and would make a mincemeat out of my company. Wasn’t that the exact words you used?”
Devon had to admit that he’d never found complacency sexy before, but it seemed that smugness suited her. Tonight, she was wearing a blue-grey dress, which sparkled with silver sequins only up to her waist, her heavy makeup and sleek ponytail giving her a chic look.
“Did you know too much gloati
