No Hanky Panky [POV: Vincent]
The scent of fresh flowers filled the shop as I stepped inside, my eyes instinctively drawn to the familiar blooms. Peonies.The delicate petals in soft shades of blush and cream carried a subtle fragrance, light but unmistakable.
They were Abigail’s favorite.
They were Hannah’s too.
I smirked as I handed the florist a crisp bill, watching as she carefully wrapped the bouquet in pale ivory paper.
Women were creatures of habit. They all had their weaknesses.
Peonies. Sweet words. Soft promises.
It never took much to make them melt.
I took the bouquet, inhaling the scent before placing it in the backseat of my car. Later. I’d deal with that later.
Right now, I had other business to attend to.
***
The elevator ride to Camzi Marketing Inc. was smooth, the soft hum of its ascent the only sound filling the steel space. I adjusted my cufflinks, rolling my shoulders as the numbers ticked upward.
Ding.
The doors slid open.
And there she was.
Hannah.
Seated at the front desk, her back straight, hands poised over the keyboard, looking every bit the professional assistant.
But I wasn’t fooled.
The black pencil skirt hugged her curves perfectly, her white blouse crisp, modest yet still hinting at the figure beneath. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, exposing the delicate slope of her neck—the same one I had buried my face in not too long ago.
She hadn’t noticed me yet, too focused on whatever was on her screen. But the moment she glanced up, her entire body tensed.
Her lips parted slightly, a quick flicker of emotion crossing her face before she schooled it into neutrality.
Shock. Panic. Guilt.
But I saw it.
And I loved it.
I smirked.
“Hi,” I greeted smoothly, watching as she swallowed, trying to compose herself.
Her voice was clipped. “W-what are you doing here?”
Professional. Cold.
I wasn’t buying it.
Before I could push further, a familiar voice broke through the tension.
“Vincent! You made it.”
I turned to find Mr. Harrison making his way over, his tone warm, his handshake firm. His sharp gaze flicked between me and Hannah, but he didn’t comment.
“Always a pleasure, sir,” I said, falling into charm effortlessly.
Harrison chuckled, leading me toward his office.
The rich scent of leather and polished wood filled the room as I settled into the chair across from his desk. The man studied me, lacing his fingers together as he leaned back.
“So,” he started, his voice measured. “What brings you to my side of town today?”
I exhaled smoothly, adjusting my tie. “I need someone to get the documents of your divorce from my office.”
His brow lifted slightly, but he didn’t comment.
“And you can’t just mail it?”
I shook my head, offering an easy smirk. “Actually, it needs to be reviewed. I was hoping your secretary could handle it. Just some minor revisions, nothing worth taking up your time.”
Silence stretched for a beat.
Then, Harrison leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable.
“Vincent,” he said slowly, tapping his fingers against the desk. “I’ll say yes, but only because you gave me my freedom from a loveless marriage.”
I smirked at that.
“But don’t break that poor girl’s heart,” he added, his tone shifting.
I tilted my head slightly. “Who?”
Harrison scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t insult my intelligence. You’re not here for legal work, and we both know it.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off.
“If you’re not happy, Vincent, you need to end things with your wife first.”
Something sharp twisted in my chest—a flash of Abigail’s smile. The way she had carefully planned tonight’s dinner.The soft way she whispered my name in her sleep.
I pushed the thought away.
“Thanks for the advice, Mr. Harrison,” I said smoothly. “But this is just work. No hanky-panky.”
Harrison let out a laugh, shaking his head as he stood up.
“No hanky-panky, yeah right.”
When I stepped out of his office, Hannah was still at the front desk, fingers moving over the keyboard like she wasn’t hyper-aware of my presence.
I strolled up to the counter, leaning in slightly.
She didn’t look up until Mr. Harrison spoke. “Hannah,” he called, stepping out with a warm but expectant look. “One last thing before you go.”
