They allowed themselves to find men attractive, and this stranger—
Argh!
Kendra quickly looked away upon realizing that he had noticed her staring all along. That was so embarrassing! She was—wait a minute!
Oh, you idiot!
She had actually forgotten she was single, and that was why she had felt guilty for being caught staring!
Kendra turned to look at him again. And forced herself to continue staring at him even as his lips slowly curved into a smirk.
I know you think I’m hot.
He didn’t say the words out loud, but his smirk said it all, and she...she let him think that because it was true, and she was single again, and so it was fine.
Hewashot. Like...record-breaking hot, with his midnight-black hair, rock-gray eyes, and the kind of build that made his obviously expensive suit fit him like a thousand-dollar armor he could wear to flirt with someone or kill someone or—whoa, Kendra!
Just because she was newly single didn’t mean she should start thinking silly thoughts!
Kendra started in surprise when the stranger sat down like he was the one she was supposed to meet all along. He had even positioned herself right across her like they had something to negotiate.
“Hello, Kendra.”
And he knew her name.
How did he know her name?
“W-Who are you?”
“Dario La Rocca.”
That...sounded familiar. Where had she heard that before? Was he a friend of a friend? Or maybe Porter had mentioned him before? Because that name...
Dario La Rocca.
The moment she repeated his name in her mind was the moment Kendra finally remembered, and it almost had her gasping out loud.
He was indeed connected to Porter.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say he was someone her ex-husband would have rather didn’t exist at all...since Dario La Rocca was the man who'd been buying up Porter's debt piece by piece. He was the man responsible for dismantling Porter’s company—but so what?
“I can see you have something to ask me.”
The old Kendra would have denied it right away. Porter had rules on what she could and couldn’t say to anyone connectedto his company, and in a nutshell, it was that she didn’t say anything at all.
That was then, though, when they were still married.
But now?
“Why are you here?”
She was single, and single women could say anything they wanted. That was all there was to this. She wasn’t being immature or shallow. This was not revenge against Porter, but instead—
“Because I need you.”
Okaaaay.
“For what?”
