Gabriel had intended to make his wife jealous, and it seemed like he had irked her enough seeing as she stormed out of his office as if the devil himself was on her heels.
He wondered what she had come for though.
As he turned his attention back to the former designer, he saw a smug smirk adorning her lips, and her eyes shining with hope. Gabriel repressed the urge to roll his eyes at her.
Women! He thought with disdain.
“Don’t get any weird ideas,” he told her coldly.
“Gabriel Ferreira is known for loving brunettes,” the designer let out huskily as she played with a lock of her hair in a supposedly seductive way.
“Well, things have changed,” he smirked at her, watching her eyes widen. “Now, shoo! Just like before, I’m not interested in making you my anything, Miss Daniels.”
