*Oh my, he looked delicious, the way his trousers hugged his pert butt. Oh yes, Mr. Yummy-Pants would do nicely.*
"Mr. Roberts, Ms. Roberts. How nice it is to see you again." He shook my father's hand firmly before delicately running his lips over the back of my hand.
"Call me Rachel, please."
"Of course," he said with a broad smile, "we are to be wed after all." My father cleared his throat beside me, and I blushed on cue."
"This *merger*," my father sneered, "is not yet finalized. You'd do well to remember that Mr. Jones."
Yummy-pants had the wisdom to release my hand and slipped his into his pocket.
"Let's get down to business, Jones." My father grumbled. "Rachel, go make yourse...
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