Chapter 6
The next morning, Drago took the steps up to the front doors of Huntington House two at a time, prepared to take care of a few emails in the lobby while he waited for Chase. But damned if the woman hadn’t beaten him to the punch. As he walked through the lobby long, toned legs that reminded him of his last summer in the south of France greeted him like a punch to the gut.
It wasn’t only how long they were, but how they teased as they disappeared under the tailored skirt as if they were privy to a secret he wasn’t. Che figa. He rubbed the back of his neck.
He’d have to get over it. Today was indeed about seduction, but a seduction focused on trust, not her body and all the things he wanted to do with it.
He cleared his throat.
Chase looked up from her tablet and stood to gree
