The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 482

But those eyes of his were so clear-like a college kid who'd just graduated, still untouched by the world.

Citrine looked him over, her tone cool and detached. "A college student?"

"Yes, President Carmichael," Carney replied, pressing his lips together, a flicker of humiliation in his eyes.

He was used to being dragged along to these dinners by Danny Fuller. After enough of them, he'd learned firsthand how those in power loved to toy with young men straight out of college.

Citrine narrowed her eyes, giving him a thorough once-over. Then she asked, "You're strapped for cash?"

Carney gritted his teeth. "Yeah. I'm desperate."

"Cheers." Citrine paused for a moment, then suddenly raised her glass and tapped it lightly against his.

She didn't wait to see if he'd drink-she downed her wine in one swift motion and set the glass aside.

Carney stared at her, stunned.

knew he was good-looking, had always known it. He'd grown up using that face to his

met at these events-flirtatious, bold, shameless. He'd half-expected her to grope his thigh under the table, or to

the sort. She hadn't even

himself doubting everything. Then he managed a

could have her pick of handsome, capable men. With a snap of her

she ever look twice at someone

made him straighten

Fuller grew anxious,

pressure, Carney steeled himself. He reached out his slender hand and covered Citrine's, his palm enveloping

to her ear, voice low. "President Carmichael, would you like

you company tonight? I promise

his lips

Sebastian strode in.

apologizing profusely to Mr. Fuller. "I'm so sorry, sir, but Mr. Vesper insisted on seeing you. I tried to stop him, but he just wouldn't listen-my apologies

"How did you

He only had eyes for

entwined on the table. From where Sebastian