Dominik
I TRY TO THINK OF THE DULLEST THINGS I CAN TO CALM MY RAGING erection. Spreadsheets. Council meetings.
Her ex.
The question explodes from me before I can stop it. "Why were you with that shithead? You don't seem like you'd put up with being treated like that."
She stiffens in surprise at the question before taking a deep breath, her shoulders rounding, almost in defeat. "I'd just started at Neuroworks," she says. "Ben came into the office one day and started chatting to me. I had no idea who he was.
That charmed him, I think."
I scowl. "You charmed him."
I can just see it. Willow, looking sexy as hell in some little pencil skirt and heels. The entitled little lordling, so used to people falling all over him, encountering… her. Lured in by her beauty, enchanted by her warmth and wit. Maybe she flirted with him in return, maybe she held him at arm's length.
