“I haven’t agreed to a relationship,” I said more defensively than I probably needed to. “That doesn’t make you a bad friend, does it?”
“Nope,” she said, her eyes still fixed on my crotch. “In a lot of ways, yes,” Astrid said. Being so close to having her and letting her slip through my fingers hurt… a lot. Why?”
“She could tell how much I liked you,” I said. “Relax. Her blue-eyed gaze returned to my security guards, watching them with interest while I memorized her fine features. “Why?”
“Please just…”
“Why?”
“Because he asked, and he’s been so sweet to me. “Do you enjoy women?” I asked. “Oh, we are definitely okay, sir.”
“Even if Danni’s heart gets broken?” I asked. She counted them off one finger at a time, “Helen. “I need to go.”
“Not a problem, sir,” she said with a crooked little smile and a smoldering stare. Now, my chef was doing an excellent impression of seducing someone who wasn’t her fiance. She was waifish, with delicate bone structure, slight curves, and sharp, angular features.
