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flashed him a smile. “If you’re willing. I mean…”
    She took two steps closer, and for a second, Brock wondered if she’d take hold of his hand. At the last second, however, she pulled back.
    “I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just thought maybe we could help each other out.”
    “Help each other out?”
    She nodded. “In about ten minutes, Eugene should be receiving my petition for divorce…”
    Petition for divorce?
    Holy shit.
    At long last, the woman he loved was available. If he wanted, he could take her into his arms, kiss her for the next decade, all without the slightest twinge of regret.
    Well, with very little regret anyway.
    He wanted to scream to the heavens, but somehow he managed to rein in his excitement. So much still needed to happen before he could even think of having a relationship with Viv, let alone act on it.
    “And with the end of our marriage,” she continued, “comes the end of our business dealings, which means all my ideas for the new executive suite are just that. Mine.”
    “A court might not see it that way,” he said, playing devil’s advocate. “Implied contract and all that.”
    “True. But even if he did take me to court and win, the design meeting would long be over. Besides, everyone knows Eugene’s weakest skills are his presentation abilities. Even if I left him all my designs, without me to sell the idea, he’s screwed. So as you can see, no matter what, I win. And Eugene loses out on a contract that could take his business to the next level.”
    Brock fought to keep the corners of his lips from turning up in naughty delight . Note to self. Never cheat on Viv.
    “Not that your offer isn’t tempting because it is, but why me? There are any number of companies who can bring more to the table than I can.” Especially nowadays. He spent way more time running Restrained Fantasies and its companion restaurant, Ravenous, than he did on architecture.
    “Because you’re Eugene’s brother and he hates you.”
    Her matter-of-fact delivery turned his blood cold. Nice to finally know what his big brother thought about him. “I see.”
    “I’m sorry, Brock.” She reached for him. “I shouldn’t have put it so—”
    “I’m not a sixteen-year-old boy looking for my big brother’s approval anymore. I’ll be fine.”
    Her eyebrows scrunched closer together. “Anymore?”
    “Don’t go there, Viv.” He put a little more distance between them, rage suddenly simmering in his gut. He didn’t give a damn what his bastard brother thought about him. And as soon as he accepted the reality the better off he’d be.
    “Okay.” She crossed her arms in a way that really made her voluptuous breasts pop. “Partner with me, Brock. It’s a win-win situation for both of us. You want to be the biggest name in architectural design—I want to ruin Eugene. Our partnership’s a match made in heaven.”
    “More like the seventh layer of hell.”
    She shrugged. “Why quibble on semantics?”
    He couldn’t stop the grin tugging at the corner of his lips any more than he could stop his gaze from getting caught in the gravitational pull of her breasts. No doubt just as she’d planned.
    The wicked temptress.
    “Okay, for the sake of argument, let’s say I said yes. Would this be a long-term partnership? Or simply a one-contract affair?”
    Without warning, images of them signing a different sort of contract sprang to the forefront of his mind. The kind a Dom and sub might sign before “partnering up”.
    “Initially only for this contract.” She winked. “But if we enjoy each other…who knows?”
    Enjoy each other? Hello double entendre. “Okay, Viv. I’m in.” He tossed out a double entendre of his own. “Let’s get it on.”
    “Good.” She dug into her bag again. “I already took the liberty of having my attorney draw up our contract.”
    He snorted a laugh. “You knew I’d say yes, didn’t you?”
    She pulled her shoulders back