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Emma almost choked on her champagne. Truth be told, sheâd been eyeing the bloke from across the party all night. He was the only man in the room who wasnât old enough to be her father, and bloody hell did he look good in a suit.
Stillâshe couldnât be won over that easily. âSâat ever actually worked?â It was a genuine question, not a hint of sarcasm or derision. She plucked the pen sticking out of his lapel pocket and jotted something down on a cocktail napkin before sliding it closer to himâŚ
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Sheâd caught his eye almost immediately, though calculated as always Bond had waited until heâd clocked her looking his way a few times before approaching her at the bar.
âNo idea, Iâm not usually the pickup line sort.â And for good reason; he found his usual methods were far more reliable. His smile was as charming as ever as he watched her take the pen from his pocket. Bold, he liked that.Â
The writing on the napkin actually made him chuckle. It was always far more fun when he found a woman who didnât immediately fall at his feet. âEmma,â he started, leaving the napkin where it was for the time being, âhow about I get you a drink?â