"Shouldn't business attire like that usually come with a tight mini skirt?"
Felix's open scrutiny had Eleanor's skin crawling from the start.
She held her composure anyway.
"I made sure to swap my outfit just for you. Aren't you touched?"
Felix caught the jab she was calling him a predator, plain and simple.
"What, you think I'm some kind of letch?"
"Didn't say that."
He shrugged, grinned, and pulled out her chair with exaggerated chivalry.
She sat.
Eleanor had agreed to this meeting because he'd reached out first, claiming he could walk her through the divorce process.
She knew his real motives weren't nearly that straightforward. But with no guarantee Julian would honor their bet even if she won, she figured hearing Felix out couldn't hurt.
"It's basic male nature to want vari
