Hadn’t he said something similar to himself not so long ago?
But he’d been saying that because of his position at Quayson Group Hotels, about his relationship with his father, not some ethereal emotion that didn’t exist.
And yet his gaze flicked to Amelie and he watched as she brought her straw to her lips and sucked in her drink.
He was twenty-four and no longer a hormonal teenager. Things like that shouldn’t trigger such base desires in him. But his body fiercely disagreed, rising to attention, snapping awake vicious hungers he seemed powerless to fight.
Awuraze, was he really that hard up?
Sure, he was between girlfriends, the situation between him and his father leaving no room for the play-hard part of his private and professional ethos.
More and more he realised he was being pushed into an impossible situation where his future was concerned. That as much as he loved his brother, he couldn’t stay in his shadow. Atu needed…more.
Tonight, that more seemed to be focused on the woman seated across from him.
And unless he was careful—
“Are you listening to me?” his brother griped, thankfully severing a dangerous line of thought.
Atu shook his head. “Enough. I’m not sure what’s going on with you, but maybe let’s pick this up when you want to tell me what your plans are regarding the Quayson Group, not your personal life. That’s what I thought you brought me here for.”
The look his brother slid him was almost…pitying. And a well of faint dismay opened in his gut.
But like before, the look disappeared.
His brother smiled. “Why did you think I asked you meet? Let me guess. You wanted me to give you tips about how to go up against the old man?”
Atu shrugged, said nothing.
Fiifi slapped him on the shoulder. “You don’t need tips from me. I think among the three of us, you’ve got him best sussed. Relax. Stop thinking about the company for one minute. You might be surprised at the delights that await you.”
Before he could scoff at the answer or, better still, ask his brother exactly what he meant, Fiifi had surged to his feet.
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