Andrew looked at his sons, who looked quite excited.

“Nick, Layla, if you don't mind, I'd like to be able to talk to my sons for a moment,” he asked his hosts politely, and they promptly left.

Andrew sat down across from Richard and Elliot, his boys, even though they were in their late twenties, and held up his hands.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“We should steal her from the Bennets,” said Elliot.

“What for? We don't have a design studio. We're distributors,” his brother reminded him.

“Well, we could have a company of our own. Everyone starts with something and that girl... is an excellent designer,” Elliot replied.

“That's right, but we should ask her if she has more of that. That collection alone is not enough to launch a good lingerie line, we need more,” added Richard. “Dad, would you ask her? I get the impression you're the only one Nick respects enough not to choke on the spot.”

The three of them laughed knowingly.

“Yeah, I think there's a weird vibe between Nick and