Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!
The whiskey decanter is untouched, but its presence adds to the theatre of control.
Benjamin is already seated on the leather sofa, a folder open on his lap, papers and photos splayed like tarot cards.
"She accepted," Benjamin says before Alec can ask.
Alec tosses his coat onto a nearby chair. "Of course she did."
He picks up one of the photos from the table. It’s Reid, caught mid-laugh, unaware of the camera. He looks human. Honest, even.
"He won’t be laughing tomorrow," Alec mutters.
"And what about Raees? What will you be doing with her?"