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he was the alpha of the two. Cocky bastard. But that didn’t halt my gaze from roaming all over his tall, toned, and lean body that was still wearing that black suit and red tie. I decided the red meant danger and was a warning to stay away. Which was fine by me.
    “Evelyn was kind enough to pass me some information about a couple of her favourite restaurants. That is, if you can call this a restaurant.” Huh? Why was he lying?
    He looked around the room in disgust like he couldn’t believe he was inside a place like a chicken hut. Snob. “So I thought I’d check the place out, and here you are.” His eyes danced with humour as his gaze drifted to me, not at all contrite that he was looking at me lewdly in front of another man.
    He gave me no choice, so I had to ease Alex’s confusion. “My boss,” I mouthed.
    “Oh. Right. Um, nice to meet you.” Alex was polite enough to smile. He could see the way Parks was looking at me but didn’t comment on it. He was too nice to.
    Parks stood tall and confident. “Not her boss, no. I am the founder of the law firm she works for. I am also CEO of a lot of my own wealthy business ventures.”
    Why did he have to chuck that in? To make his ego bigger than it already was? He was purposely trying to undermine Alex, and it wasn’t fair.
    “I see.” Alex felt small, I knew it. “I hope you’re not working her too hard,” he said, trying to add a little humour.
    Parks twitched his lips. “Oh, I will be working her extremely hard . Evelyn, until tomorrow.” He nodded gracefully towards me before excusing himself. I glanced over my shoulder and watched the smug prick pick up a takeaway bag and walk out of the chicken hut causal as you could ever be.
    “That’s your boss? He seems a right…”
    “Dickhead? Yes, he is.” I snatched the wineglass from the table and drank it down in one. Just as I slammed the glass back onto the table, I got a text from an unknown number. I immediately knew who it was from.
     
    Wade: I want to see you in my office first thing tomorrow morning. Wade.
     
    The first thing that came into my head after that text was, how the hell did he get my number? And what the hell was the deal with his first name? And how did he get my number? Did I say that already?
    I screamed at my phone, making Alex jump.
    “Shit, Evey. Who’s pissed you off?”
    “No one,” I snapped. He looked down and started picking at his food sheepishly. “Sorry.” I felt the need to be apologetic whilst I saved the number and texted Parks back.
     
    Get fucked.
     
    After the text I shoved my smartphone into my bag under the table. When I looked up, Alex was watching me patiently, waiting for me to stop my bad manners. I tried to continue with the conversation, even if my mind wasn’t with it. “I’m happy you’re home. Is it permanent?”
    He smiled, leaning over the table to get closer to me. “I think so. I hope so. I’m glad to be back in London, really. You know how expensive things are in Ireland?”
    I laughed at his horror. “What, worse than London?”
    He chuckled again whilst he thought it through. “Nah, you’re right. I’m just being a tight arse. And I realised when I got back home I was saying feck instead of fuck .” We both laughed whilst he stared at me with warm, tender eyes. It was the way he always looked at me but not the way I looked at him. He went to take my hand again, but the waitress interrupted.
    “Would you like any refills?”
    “Yes. Thank you,” I was quick to jump in. She took our glasses away, and I ignored Alex’s pursed lips. He was clearly displeased because I had ordered another wine. I bowed my head to take back my fork and ignored the look I hated, then heard my phone bleep again.
    “You can get it if you want,” Alex urged me, clearly sensing it was annoying me.
    “Sorry.” I reached down and took my phone out to read the message.
     
    Wade: I’d rather you fucked me.
     
    “Childish, arrogant bastard,” I