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Fletcher grinned and turned away to leave them to their conversation. There were two years between each of the Dufort brothers and when Daniel had befriended Trevor at Harvard, he’d joined them for some of the holidays. Hunter may have been the youngest, but the two of them had bonded over their common interest in some kinky shit.
Totally not Fletcher’s thing.
Not that he was a vanilla lover—not at all. But whips and stuff?
Nope.
Hunter had always been a control freak so he could only imagine—though he tried not to—what his younger brother was like in the bedroom.
Or wherever the guy liked to fuck.
“Next time, Hunt,” Trevor replied, slapping him on the shoulder. “Enjoy, but right now I better go say goodbye to Daniel. Harper’s lovely, isn’t she?”
Both of them nodded.
“She’s perfect for him.” Fletcher sipped his whiskey as he watched Harper run her hand mindlessly up and down Daniel’s chest. She had a dreamy look in her eyes that was mirrored in her fiancé’s.
Who would have thought?
A Dufort brother getting married. After what they’d seen their mother put through, all three of them had said a hard no to matrimonialnot-bliss.
At thirty, Fletcher was in no hurry to even think about settling down.
Like most men in his position, he had a lot of choice when it came to women. He was ’ridiculously good looking with those green eyes and muscled physique’,to quoteForbes.
The brothers had gotten their looks from their father and God knows the man had put his to good use over the decades.
Buzz buzz.
Fletcher slipped his hand inside his gray Prada jacket and pulled out his phone.
Olivia.
His cock twitched.
God damn it.
New York Daily Newsis asking for an exclusive on the launch. Yes? No?
Fletcher flipped his wrist and glanced at his watch.
Ten damn o’clock.
What the hell was Olivia doing working on the media for the SoHo Dufort launch this late on a Friday night?
Liv, shut down your laptop and have a drink. Or go dancing. NYDN can wait until Monday.
And it could.
The launch of their new luxury hotel in SoHo was another week away, which was an eternity in the media world.
Yeah, yeah, I’m leaving soon. I have a demanding boss.
Fletcher snorted.
Wait.
Was she still at the office?
