Chapter Sixteen
John stood by the front desk, surrounded by the vases of flowers, his powerful height and broad shoulders filling the reception area. When he saw her, he gave a warm, sensual smile that went through her whole body.
“Lacey.”
“John.” Her voice shook despite her best efforts. “Why are you doing this? There’s nothing more to say.”
“I see you got the flowers.” Glancing at all the unopened jewelry boxes, he gave her a crooked grin. “Are you still deciding whether to send it all back?”
“What’s the point, if you’ll just send more?” she snapped.
He looked unrepentant. “Just trying to get your attention.”
“You got it,” Mia piped up unhelpfully from behind the desk.
“Flowers and jewelry won’t change anything.” Lacey looked at him irritably. “Neither will a ten-million-dollar charitable donation.”
He looked innocent. “Oh, that? I had nothing to do with it.”
“Look, John.” She took a deep breath. “We both need to move on. You’re not making it any easier…”
“All I want is one thing. And I promise I’ll stop.”
“Yes?” She braced herself. If he brought up Athens…
“May I be your date tonight at the gala?” he said humbly.
It was so unexpected, Lacey’s jaw dropped. “You want to be my date?”
“If you don’t already have one.” He clawed back his dark hair, looking suddenly boyish and uncertain. “What am I thinking? Of course you already have a date.”
“She doesn’t,” Mia supplied.
Glaring at her employee, Lacey turned back to him. “What about your hostile takeover?”
His dark eyes gleamed. “I’ve realized I’m not interested in hostile takeovers. Not anymore.”
She shivered being this close to him, as memories of their night together flooded through her. She could still feel his hands caressing her skin, his naked body against her own. “But why?” she whispered. “You’ve made it clear you don’t care about my company. Or me.”
“You’re wrong,” he said in a low voice. “Let me be your date.” When she hesitated, he added quietly, “Please.”
Just that one word, spoken in that tone from his usually arrogant lips, shocked her. “And that’s it? That’s all you want?”
“That’s it.”
“Fine,” she said numbly, wondering if she’d just made a deal with the devil.
His handsome face lit up. “Thank you, agape mou.” Coming forward, he kissed her gently on the cheek. She felt the warmth of his breath against her skin, the soft caress of his sensual lips. Drawing back, he cupped her cheek. “Pick you up at eight.”
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