Jazmin stood and moved to stand directly in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfume.
"I don't want everyone knowing about us. My position requires discretion. So I came here, in secret, to make my intentions clear."
"And your husband?" Jolthar asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm told you're still married."
Jazmin's expression turned contemptuous.
"My husband is a lazy bum who does nothing but lie around the house all day, spending the money his brother sends and contributing absolutely nothing. We haven't shared a bed in years. The only reason I haven't divorced him completely is that the legal complications would be tedious and expensive."
"And mainly because of his brother. He is a terrifying man."
She waved a hand dismissively.
"He's irrelevant to this conversation."
"I see," Jolthar said.
He studied her for a moment—this confident, powerful woman who was being remarkably honest about what she wanted.
"So you came here tonight to seduce me?"
