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Marcus noted a subtle flare as her pupils dilated, almost blackening out the dazzling blue, then rapidly contracting.
Had he blinked, he would have missed it.
It was true, he didn’t believe in love and never put himself in its path, purposefully extracting his emotions from the equation during every female encounter.
Love was just unnecessary nonsense that got in the way of having a good time. He did, however, love his wonderful, kind mother, more than anything in the world, and when she was ripped away from him at such a tender age, his world ruptured.
Over the years, Marcus ultimately taught himself to numb the feelings that haunted him every day thereafter.
Fuck feelings. They were just a mash of unacceptable emotions that made you weak and susceptible to pain.
Growing up as a teen, he focused on making money, building the McGrath Empire and welcoming his younger brother, Jamie, to the helm when he was old enough to understand the art of making millions.
He indulged in women for fun, answering a primal need, never letting them get close enough to ignite any feelings. The few women who he consciously decided to fuck became an irritation.
Eventually he tired of their demands and constraints. He was always more than respectful and straight to the point when his boredom set in.
Yet here he was, with a woman in his personal space, discussing elements of his private life, with a burning need to know everything about her.
Marcus could have anything he wanted, and right now, he wanted Lana. Unfortunately, she was with a guy who didn’t appreciate her and his half assed plan to banish his overwhelming Lana arousal was failing drastically.
A fleeting thought of her climbing on top of the counter and crawling towards him like a naughty kitty made his dick strain against his trousers.
Marcus stood, his mouth formed a tight straight line and his brow creased. “Thanks for having lunch with me, Lana. I’ll take you back now.”
He turned away from her, repositioned the hardness in his trousers and scooped up his suit jacket.