‘A sexy jerk! Deny it all you like; I know you agree. You can both loathe and lust after me simultaneously,’ He replies with a grin and a wink as his car beeps and flashes as he gets near it with a key in his hand. He uses that small, dark, sporty number when minions aren’t chauffeuring him around.

‘That’s arguable. I’m not good at multitasking,’ I throw back, unable to stop the slight smile hitting my face, despite myself—Confused that he is capable of doing ...