No, dickhead – you should instead be gullible enough to tell me more of your secrets; I groaned in my head before mustering a malicious smile.“We shouldn't be discussing that here since we are not alone,” I whispered, motioning to the maids dishing our food.Shawn barely glanced at them before lifting a corner of his mouth and raising a brow. “Oh, come on, Serenity. They don't care.” He shrugged stoically.Raising my shoulders slightly with a frown, I mouthed a ‘Hell no. I care’ and Shawn merely chuckled.Once our foods were served, we chit-chatted for a while with Shawn exploring every way to flirt with me and I, trying to squeeze information out of him.At least, he initiated the conversation. Just as I was about to swallow a plantain, Shawn’s eyes landed on me. “So, Ms. Architect,” He drawled, leaning back in his chair. “When you are not in that office, what do you do? How do you unwind?”I swallowed, knowing fun wasn't exactly a word I ever use often. “Oh, you know,” I said, tryi
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