Kourtney nudged him gently with her elbow. “You… you can’t fire everyone who looks at me.”

“Watch me,” he growled softly.

“You’re awful.”

“And you love it.”

“Yes!” She laughed, shaking her head as they approached a group of board members and investors, all of whom greeted Sebastian with firm handshakes and polite nods.

To Kourtney, they were just as courteous, complimenting her on her charm and poise. She smiled graciously, her natural warmth putting them at ease. Once again, she thanked the heavens for the times she’d undergo ladyship training, back when she was preparing for her role as the Smith’s young mistress, Brandon’s wife.

It was all so...