A Game With The Billionaire
I end the call before she can say more and that’s when I hear his voice.
“Afternoon, Sam.”
No. Goodness, no.
I turn slowly, like a character in a horror movie who already knows that the monster is beside her. Andrew is approaching me, his hands tightened around his travel bag. I won’t lie, because I can recognize a fine man when I see one.
Dr. Andrew Roberts looks ridiculously handsome, and the worst part? He knows it, he’s looking as smug as ever in a crisp shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his fine arms.
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