Seona’s POV
Pulling out a chair the man takes a seat at the table, still smirking at me like he knows a secret. Lowering my head, I hurry toward the coffee machine, concentrating on making him a drink, so I don’t have to look at him, acutely aware that he’s still watching me, his gaze never leaving me until I place the steaming cup in front of him.
‘Thank you’ he murmurs, taking a sip as his eyes close in pleasure, ‘damn, that’s good.’
Taking my seat across from the stranger, I clasp my hands in my lap, peeking up at him through my lashes as he lounges in his chair with open ease.
‘Umm . . so how do you know Mark?’ I ask tentatively before correcting myself realising I sound stupid. ‘I mean, I know you work with him, but did you work with him . . before?’
I look up to meet Benny’s eyes a……
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