Chapter 12

“What’s with the outfit?” Margo enquires, looking him up and down questioningly. “Even for you, that’s rather casual for work.”

“All work and no play makes for a very sad boy.” He grins back at her, annoyingly confident in this attire. “Touch of espionage today, Margo, Bambina.” His term makes me cringe.

Baby? Really? Is this a hint of Casanova Carrero peeking out?

I look down at my desk to hide the revulsion I know fleets across my face.

“Do you need me to come with you?” she asks, looking him over, intrigued and utterly unphased by his pet name.

“I actually need Emma if she’s up to it?” He turns, throwing me one of his heart-aching ‘yes, I know I’m sexy’ smiles, but I don’t react. When I researched him, I’d seen this smile in action, and it did little for me.

Liar.

“I’m up to whatever task you ask of me,” I respond drily.

Within reason!

The lothario smile is making me uneasy.

“Intriguing,” Margo frowns at him, still tryin