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Gina Sterling, though I’ve never met her personally, is probably near the top of that list. And everyone knows how much she hates Andi’s father.

It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that Gina Sterling tried to get rid of every trace of Edison Wade, her ex-bondmate. Unfortunately for her, it seems like some of his talent was passed down to their daughter.

Maybe it was inevitable, considering how much skill the man has himself.

“Well, forgive my French, but fuck her,” Beckham says with a huff, running a hand through his hair. He winces when he sees the twisted expression on her face. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean that. No, that’s a lie. I did, but I didn’t have to say it like that⁠—”

“No, it’s okay,” she says, reaching out and resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’ve just... never had someone say that about my mom. At least not in defense of me, you know?”

“Well, then I definitely mean it,” he says, an easy grin appearing on his face. “So, what do you say? Can I count on the Andromeda Sterling to direct the music video for my next single?”

“Sure,” she says, the tenseness in her face melting away into a soft smile of her own.

“You know, I’d normally think you’d run such big decisions by me,” I hum, raising a brow at Beckham.

“Thought you’d say no,” he says, wincing sheepishly.

“I likely would have,” I drawl. Andi stiffens beside him, eyeing me warily. I purposely soften my expression when I turn my gaze to her. “But that’s changed—now that I’ve met you.”

There she goes, blinking those gorgeous eyes at me again. A soft blush crosses her high cheekbones. I want to learn just how far down her blush goes.

Fuck, I obviously have a significant amount of pent-up energy stored up if every other thought I have when I look at her is sexual.

“I’m glad I meet your approval,” she says with a soft huff of laughter. “Just what I was aiming for.”

Even her soft snark makes me want to bend her over my desk.

I can’t help but want to see more of her, but based on the intensity of my reaction, maybe that’s not a good idea.

CHAPTER 23

Andi

“So, Andi, what do you want to work on today?” Nancy asks, perched on her armchair.

I shift nervously, trying to find a comfortable position on her sofa. My gaze darts around the tastefully decorated room, ping-ponging across every surface.

“Isn’t it your job to come up with what we talk about?” I joke.

“Sometimes I guide the sessions more strongly, but I get the sense that you have an idea of what you want to discuss today.”

“I think I have Daddy issues,” I blurt out.

I instantly close my eyes, cringing in mortification.

“Sorry, that was a stupid way of saying that,” I say.

“I don’t think it was stupid at all. What’s bringing this up? It seems like there’s a lot behind that statement.”

I open and close my mouth, not quite sure where to start.

Actually, that’s wrong.

I know exactly where to start.

It starts with a tall, broad-shouldered, dominant alpha who could be old enough to be my father. Sure, a young father, but still. He’s more in my mom’s age bracket than mine.

It’s not illegal or uncommon for young women in their mid-twenties to date older men, especially in this industry, but something about it feels embarrassing.