Page 62 of The Grand Duel

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Page 62 of The Grand Duel

He also told me about his brother whilst dropping me home on Tuesday night. It’s why I know that the papers he’s reading over right now are for clinical trials in America which will potentially save his brother’s life.

If he can raise the funds.

It’s why he started working at the club at such a young age, and it’s his wages that will one day pay for treatment abroad that’s not available here.

The fact he shared something so personal with me solidified my gut feeling that Christian is a good guy.

“If he requested me, I absolutely wouldn’t say no,” I tell him.

“What if he’d want you blindfolded again?”

“Then even better. I think it’s what makes him so exciting to me in my head.”

“Still don’t want to know what I think of him?”

I smile, dipping my head to my shoulder. “No. It’ll ruin my fantasy if he doesn’t look the way I want him to.”

“I don’t think it would ruin your fantasy. He’s a good-looking fucker and knows it.”

“Sounds like someone else I know…”

He gives me the finger as he continues to read.

“How often does he normally come in?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Fuck off the idea of pining after clients. Bron won’t have it. It’s how arguments start amongst the girls. Best thing you can do is forget about him. Let someone else take the room when he comes in.”

“But if he requests me?”

“Shoes,” he deadpans.

“Fine!” I relent. “Then find me someone better.”

He lifts his eyes to look at me, his right brow raising.

“Not you. You’re a baby.”

“Isn’t old boy in the office like forty?”

“Thirty-five, but I’m not going to bang my boss. He’s just stupidly hot and wears a suit that tells me just enough.”

I sigh as I think about the man.

“You’ll bang him.”

“I won’t. I’m pretty sure his peace offering was because of his office manager.” Although I’d like to think it was genuine. “Sometimes he looks at me with pure disdain.”

“Trust me, he likes you.”

“You just know that, do you?”

“I do. If I like you, he does. I don’t like anyone.”

“You’re literally the nicest person in this place.”

“To you and a select few.” He finishes signing the papers and smiles at me. “I’d fuck you, Shoes.”

I wrinkle my nose. “I just don’t think you’d be very good.”




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