"Take a hell of a lot more that four bottles for the unthinkable to happen, darling."
Miles slapped her on the arse as she wriggled around on his desk. "She's not getting her hands on any of my money." Miles scoffed at Lettie, but then thought long and hard. He'd have to double check the contract. She couldn't get his money, not if they were annulled, surely? He had a look across his face at that.
"You haven't met Daphne Greengrass?" he asked, thinking back to what she said.