“Tell Rem I said hi, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” I walk toward my sleek dark green Audi A5 Cabriolet convertible parked in the spot next to the one marked for the CEO of Kentwall Enterprises. It still seems surreal to see that as Felisha’s title now.

Knowing that Sandon is standing watching me and won’t get into his car until I’m safely reversing out of my spot in mine, I don’t waste time so he can get moving too.

Driving to my temporary apartment, I decide I can’t be bothered to pick up some dinner and I’ll just make a protein shake and that will do. I literally don’t have the energy to cook anything.

If there is one bonus to leaving the office late, it’s that the traffic isn’t as bad through the streets of London. So, it takes me no time at all to be pulling into the underground garage and parking in my spot. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I turned the car off, and the energy I need to get out and head up in the elevator seems like a lot.

Looking across the garage, I notice Forrest’s car is already in his spot and he has beat me home from work. Although after hearing about his home office set-up, he is probably still working, checking on his investments on the overseas stock markets that are now open for the day.

Being the chief financial officer for Darby Hotels and also managing all the investment portfolios for Flynn, Nic, and Remington, I can imagine his job is full-on. He is such a serious man and likes to play everything by the rules, and I’m not sure what else he has in his life apart from work.

But holy shit, is he hot or what.

Not like your average hot guy, but the kind of guy that makes your legs squeeze together and your nipples stand up and say hello when he looks at you with that stupid broody look.

No other man has ever made my body react like he does, and that is saying something, because over the years, I have been with a few powerful men like him—including royalty in this country. And let me assure you, that guy was great in bed, but there is no way I would want to live a life in the spotlight like they do. It’s bad enough in our world of high-society living that the paparazzi love to post click bait articles about us just to sell stories. Poor Felisha has it far worse than me, but there are times I get caught up in it and my name is splashed across the internet. The royal encounter was one of them, of course.