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As his eyes roamed over her petite frame, he studied her tilted chin and expensive clothing and had a feeling she was both confident and successful. She wouldn’t be standing in Studio XOXO if she wasn’t the latter.
Or married to money.
He’d soon work out which.
“Jack Rutherford,” he said, reaching out his hand.
“Amelia Dufort.”
An erotic charge shot up his arm as their flesh connected. Her mouth parted and if he wasn’t mistaken, she’d felt the same arousal he had.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Dufort.”
Her sexy red lips lifted on one side, smiling at his blatant attempt to find out if she was single.
When she didn’t respond immediately, he found himself smiling back as she brushed her hair over one shoulder, exposing her bare neck.
His mouth literally watered with the desire to put his lips on her olive skin.
Jesus.
“Are you here shopping for your wife for Christmas?” Amelia asked, and he couldn’t help the smirk.
“IfI had a wife, it would be a very generous gift,” Jack replied.
Amelia slid her eyes back to his playfully, then to the painting in front of them. “I get the feeling you would be a generous...husband.”
Lover.
She meant lover.
I want to fuck this woman.
And God, if he got the chance, he would spend hours proving just how generous he could be.
“Yes,” he replied, letting that hang in the air for a long moment. “Generousandattentive.”
Christ, what was he doing flirting openly with a woman in public like this? Anyone could hear them, and if the media were around, they’d love to catch him.
“What about you?” Jack asked.
Amelia turned and grinned. “I’d be a terrible husband.”
“Beautiful and funny.” He shook his head. “Lethal.”
Amelia wandered over to another painting and he found himself following her. Not like a puppy, more like a wolf stalking his prey.
“Are you buying tonight?” he asked when he stood beside her, glancing down and deliberating how heavy she’d be to lift and wrap around his waist.
“Don’t tell the artist, but I’ve already made my purchase,” she whispered, and it was in such contrast to the sexy siren she was seconds ago he found himself wanting to know more.
Who was she?
If she could afford to purchase from Chang’s studio, she was a genuinely wealthy woman. Aside from the designer dress and shoes, she also wore a diamond bangle. But it wasn’t just that that gave him an idea of where Amelia sat on the social scale in their society. It was her surname.
Dufort.
If she was related to Daniel Dufort and his brothers, then she came from money. He didn’t know the man well, although they were acquaintances. The name was also a household brand in the United States because of their global hotel chain.
