Page 92 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“Hi, Garrett. I see you’re still surviving. You’ll have to tell me your secret one day.”
“I know when to speak,” he said with a wink, already turning toward the car.
He wasn’t wrong. Mr Dubois had little time for fluff. He was all business—and the rest was just noise to him.
While he put my suitcase away, I opened the car door.
My jaw dropped.
Laurent Dubois sat in the back seat, his eyes glued to his phone. He glanced up to pin me with those dark brown eyes.
“Lucia,” he purred.
No one had ever said my name like that—ever.
He’d always called me Ms Hart.
I’d only been working with Monica for three weeks. I couldn’t help but wonder what had changed his attitude.
“Are you joining me?” he asked, patting the cream leather beside him.
Garrett stood behind me, waiting.
Work, Lucia. This was work.
“Yes, Mr Dubois,” I replied, stepping in and taking a seat.
“Please, call me Laurent.”
I began to choke and cough. My eyes watered, and I met Garrett’s in the rearview mirror. They were creased in amusement.
Mr Dubois thrust something into my hand.
It was a bottle of water.
I stared at it, wondering if water could cure hallucinations.
Chapter 9
Laurent
Her scent infiltrated my space—and for once, it didn’t infuriate me. Over the past few weeks, I’d grown to… appreciate my ex-PA. Allison was competent—efficient, even. But she didn’t jump when I barked. She didn’t blush when I passed by. Lucia’s little startled flinches and that wide-eyed innocence had become my addiction.
Habits that once grated on me were now endearing.
Memory had twisted them into something sweeter.
Something I missed.
I side-eyed the person of my obsession as she gulped down the water so fast that rivulets trickled down the side of her mouth.
I looked away—before they travelled down her neck—only to meet Garrett’s smug face in the rearview mirror.
Fuck him.
He knew.
He knew all about me combing Lucia’s social media, trying to see if she’d ever dated women.
