“Evie, why don’t you hang out with Enzo for a few minutes?” she says. “I need to talk to Lucio. Iwon’t be long.”
“And then we can make brownies?” Evie checks.
“Then we can make brownies,” Charlotte promises.
The chauffeur gets out of the car and hands me the keys before he walks back over to my garage, justas Charlotte heads towards me.
It’s distracting how snug that f*****g dress is on her hourglass figure. Her hips roll subtly as shecloses the distance between us.
Her dark hair spills over her shoulders.
But it’s her blue eyes that capture my attention the most.
They look like she’s on a mission.
“Something you want to discuss with me?” I ask impatiently. “I have a meeting I need to get to.”
“Your meeting can wait a few minutes,” she snaps.
