My Devil Wears Denim (London Magic #1)

Chapter 1

JADE

Pushing open the door to the Cat smoke-grey pinstripe suit with matching waistcoat, a white shirt, and a patterned dark-green tie.

His meticulously styled thick dark hair is awash with succulent caramel highlights. He’s abso-fucking-lutely droolworthy.

Did I drop a glove? That’s all it must be for this supremely handsome vision to be giving me the time of day.

He smiles, showing off a set of perfect white teeth. ‘Are you Jade Jameson by any chance? Here for a life coaching session?’ he says. A jolt goes through me. No fucking way. He is Sebastian Burns.

‘Y-yes?’ I stutter.

‘Great!’ He gestures to his laptop. ‘I’m just finishing up a report. Did you want to grab a coffee and meet me back here?’

I give him a nod and slink off to order a latte, heart pounding hard at my good fortune.

But then I groan inwardly at what this means.

Sebastian Burns is a Tube guy. You know, one of those designer-suited guys you see lounging on the Tube who ooze confidence and sex appeal.

You sneak surreptitious glances at their chiselled cheekbones while pretending to look at the advertising, knowing that never in a million years would they go out with someone like you.

Maybe only if they had their eyes pecked out by a raven, and even then, they’d probably still say no if you asked them.

Now I’ve got to sit in front of this gorgeous example of manhood for the next hour and spill the story of my pitiful life and get advice on how to rectify it.

Oh the shame! He wears gold cufflinks, for God’s sake, and I haven’t even bothered to put on a clean top or lipstick. This is going to be hellish torture!