“This is a job offer, Nectar. Do we really have to spend the rest of the time ignoring each other?” he groans while looking sleepily at me.

That tired look on his face isn’t something that I thought would turn me on. But it did. And I’m still enthralled by it that I don’t remember to reply.

“I had always known you were Lupin’s daughter even when you graduated from art school some months ago,” he continues while I’m still in a daze. “At that time, your friend shared a few ...