Chapter 40

It was just a game of chess. What could possibly happen? What were the chances of Ivor forcing himself on her? ‘Knock. Knock. Knock.’ She rapped on his door. A deep, charming voice responded, “Come in.” Bonnie smelled a wonderful cologne as soon as she pushed the door open. Ivor definitely used the good stuff. Ivor was sitting in a chair. A chessboard had been set up in front of him. He had even gotten someone to prepare tea. Ivor took a slow sip as steam wafted over his sharp eyes. The steam lingered, giving his handsome features an almost ethereal sense of charm. “The tea master brewed this. Have a taste.” “Sure.” Bonnie didn’t bother to stand on formalities. She lifted the cup and tasted the tea. “This is Mariage Frères. It’s been brewed very well, too.” He raised his brow and asked playfully, “How do you know it’s Mariage Frères?” Mariage Frères was one of the most prestigious tea companies in Parisia. It produced extraordinary teas in small quantities. Most people had ne