It was the first time Millie asked a man out on a date. have a drink with her and was going to be late, embarrassingly late. However, this wasn't a normal date. The appointment with Hunter Addison, the most famous of all matrimonial lawyers, wasn't for her, it was for her mother. Her mother collected husbands like other people collected coins… and it was going to take a terrifying amount of coins to get rid of her fourth husband, money she couldn't afford to lend her mother at the moment. Hunter Addison wasn't the cheapest matrimonial lawyer in London, but he had a reputation for being the best, and she wanted the best for her mother. She walked as quickly as she could to the elegant bar where she had met him after work. She hadn't spoken to him; they had communicated through text messages. She dreaded the idea of talking to him on the phone after the disastrous blind date they had gone on two months ago, just as she dreaded the idea of seeing him again, but this wasn't about her; it was about her mother. She couldn't bear to see another narcissistic, greedy ex-husband milking her. He opened the bar door, stepped inside, and looked around for Hunter. There were couples and small groups at various tables, but not a single man. Naturally, it would have been inconceivable that a man as handsome, wealthy, and sophisticated as Hunter would have been alone in a bar. He had a reputation as an incorrigible playboy. Not a week went by without the paparazzi photographing him with a supermodel on his arm. Curiously, the press hadn't published a single one of his sexual exploits since their blind date. It was possible that her immunity to his attractiveness had taken its toll on his excessive vanity, though it was unlikely. Men like Hunter Addison had vanity that was bombproof. –You're late. Millie heard a man's voice, his tone of criticism obvious, and she turned around. Even though she was wearing slashing heels, she had to crane her neck as far as she could to see Hunter Addison's whiskey-brown eyes. It was hard not to be shaken when she came face to face with such devastating virility, such masculine perfection. He was tall, athletic, and slender; he radiated energy. He was thirty-four years old, in the prime of his life, and it showed... as did every cell in his body. –Yes, I know. I'm sorry, but… –Is something wrong with your phone? The smile that wasn't a smile was a perfect match for the steely gleam in his eyes. She counted to ten, trying to control the urge to respond with something hurtful. What was it about this man that made her feel so irritable and argumentative? Her experience with men was limited. She'd only had one love and hadn't dated anyone in three years, ever since Julian, her childhood sweetheart, had died after a long battle with brain cancer. That's not even counting the catastrophic blind date with Hunter, which had been an absolute disaster from start to finish. The truth was, though, she'd sabotaged it. She'd done everything she could to be impertinent. She wasn't going to let her friends force her to move on, nor was she going to let a man who'd never heard a woman say the word "no" try to seduce her. However, at that moment, he needed Hunter's help and had no choice but to swallow his pride, and it tasted very bitter. She stood very straight and made an effort to meet his gaze. –Actually, yes. I forgot to charge it last night, and the battery died right after I left work. There was some kind of incident with the police, and I had to take a six-block detour to get here.
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