The moment the words left his mouth, Maeve kicked him.
"I knew it, Andres! You still have a thing for that Grover woman."
"I was just joking around, but you actually want to put the plan into action. Do you dream about marrying her?"
Andres rubbed his kicked shin.
"Can you be reasonable? You're the one who came up with this ruthless—I mean, flawless—plan."
"I'm even willing to sacrifice my body for those Grover shares, so why are you kicking me?"
He knew full well she was just rambling nonsense, but he was more than happy to play along with her little act.
Maeve kicked him again. "Haven't you heard of double standards?"
"I'm allowed to have certain thoughts, but if you dare to have them, it's a crime."
She had grown up bossy and domineering, spoiled rotten by everyone around her.
And the one who spoiled her the most was Charlie Wilson.
If she asked for the stars, he wouldn't give her the moon. Whatever she wanted, he delivered.
Despite taking a few kicks, Andres found her furious little outburst incredibly endearing.
The fact that she was acting so recklessly around him meant she had truly opened her heart to him.
He loved this feeling of acceptance; this was exactly how a real family should interact.
"From today on, this double standard will be the very first house rule set by my wife."
Chuckling, Andres pulled her onto his lap.
The central heating in the villa was always kept high.
At home, Maeve wore nothing but a silk nightgown.
The thin fabric clung perfectly to her stunning curves, and her freshly showered skin carried an intoxicating, sweet scent.
With a gorgeous woman in his arms, the jokes died on his lips.
His only thought in that moment was how much he wanted to devour her.

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