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“Then you’re welcome to join me now.” Picking up his coffee, he drained half of the cup, suddenly keener to leave than he’d imagined. “If we leave together, then I can guarantee Monroe will leave you alone.”

“Do you have a car?” She glanced out of the window, blissfully unaware that the Ferrari sitting outside was in fact his. Draco always drove into town, regardless of the various penalties and fines it sometimes incurred.

“It’s nearby.” He watched her responses carefully as she selected the top napkin and dabbed at her mouth. “I’ll be more than happy to take you.”

Chapter Four

Moira

WHAT AM I THINKING?

Moira was considering going home with a man she’d only just met. She knew nothing about him except his name, that he belonged to a wealthy family and knew Oliver Monroe.

Draco saved me from him.

Her heart sped up as she registered the point. Draco had acted in her defense. That was when she’d first noticed how attractive he was.

But still... He wants me to go home with him. Me? I’ve never done anything like this before.

Because he wanted legal advice. Her heart quelled at the logical conclusion. That’s what he asked for.

“What do you think?” Leaning forward, his stare drilled into her. “There’s no pressure, Moira. We can swap numbers and arrange an appointment another time.”

“No, I’d like to.” Her breath quickened as she said the words aloud. An unusual urgency raced in her veins. She needed this, although she didn’t know why. “I’ll come with you now.”

What she was contemplating was utterly reckless, but she couldn’t recall being so excited about anything for a long time. That was what her life had been missing. All the years of study she’d put in to gain her law degree, the multiple nights she’d chosen to stay in and work, rather than go out with her friends and party; it had all been to get her a prestigious career—am amazing role in a big fancy law firm—and for what? So she could sit there, day after day, and lose her mind while she trailed through endless documents at the behest of an old, indulged white guy?

What she needed was an injection of real exhilaration.

What she needed was a Draco intervention.

“Are you sure?” He was already on his feet, fastening his jacket as though his mind was made up.

“I’m sure.” She couldn’t resist her smile as she reached for her purse and rose to join him. “But what about you? You haven’t eaten anything.”

“Yeah.” He peered at the untouched sandwich. “As it transpires, I wasn’t really hungry for food.”

“Is that right?” Her pulse hammered harder as she took the initiative and wandered around the table toward him.

“That is right.” He turned to face her, and she acknowledged the devils dancing in his eyes, but rather than disconcert, they only whipped up her fervor.

“Well, you can’t just leave it.” Moira loathed wasting food.

“Feel free to take it with us.” His bemused expression spoke of a man who wasn’t used to being challenged. “There’s a pile of napkins there.”

“I will.” Grabbing a couple of serviettes, she scooped up his sandwich and wrapped them into an impromptu parcel. Opening her purse, she slipped the sandwich inside.

“Better?”

She couldn’t decide if his tone was confused or sardonic, but strangely, it didn’t rile her the way she assumed it would have.

“Can I ask a question?” Moira was almost heady as she breathed in no-doubt expensive aftershave.

“You can.” The edges of his lips jerked, conveying that he too was enjoying their proximity.

“Do you really want legal advice?” Christ, the look in his blue eyes was scorching hot. She could imagine how good his lips would feel on her skin, how his big hands would maneuver her, and she wanted it all. “Or, do you just want to take me home?”

“You want the truth?” He definitely smiled that time, the gesture lighting his handsome face.