Primrose spent the next couple of hours stewing in anxiety.
Egan had taken her by surprise many times already, and she did not know when next he would turn the damn thing on.
She looked up at the open floor above where he was sitting, having lunch and talking with several men while he had a waiter fill her table with a literal buffet.
Anytime she smiled at the handsome waiter, or looked too long at a man going in or out of the restaurant, she felt a buzz in her thong.
The man was a jerk. Grade A jerk, He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Those poor men had no idea that his amusement was from something completely outside the meeting they were having. She hoped he choked on that glass of water No, disregard her prayers, mother Mary. She did not hate him that much.
“Are you enjoying your
