“Do you want a chaperon?” Henry teased. “I know how artists are with their models.”
Kendrick flashed him a look of pure loathing. Henry didn’t miss the tightening of the jaw or the glimmer of anger in his eyes.
“Gemma is perfectly safe with me,” Ken declared. “Unlike some, I allow a lady to set the pace.”
Henry took a sip of his soup. Dabbing his lips, he smiled. “I’m sure women everywhere appreciate that quality, Ken. But you have to admit that the pushier bastards get laid more often.”
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