Mandy didn’t have the time to marvel at the way the villa was decorated with taste, too busy as she was, unbuttoning her ex-husband’s shirt.
Harrison, on the other hand, was busy barking orders that went from, “Stop staring at once,” to “You’re all dismissed for the day.”
The help escaped the villa almost as if the devil himself was on their tails. They must have never been on the receiving end of Harrison’s wrath, Mandy reasoned.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you want me?” He asked as he helped her remove his shirt.
“What are we? Five?” She rolled her eyes at him dismissively.
A mock glare sent her way and a slap to her bottom later, and she was gasping in outrage.
“Harrison,” she let out almost angrily.
“Yes, Mandy?” He played the oblivious card well.
She all but gr
