Chapter 72

Davis’s POV I watched the woman’s figure disappear down the driveway, let out a quiet sigh, and shook my head with a faint, knowing smirk. “Way out of her league,” I muttered. Of course, I was talking about Miley Taylor and her obvious crush on Mr. Robinson. Sure, I’ve never been in a relationship myself, but being Everett Robinson’s right-hand man for years meant I’d pretty much mastered the art of reading women—especially the ones throwing themselves at my boss. One glance, a brief exchange of polite words, and I could tell exactly what was going on in their heads. Miley was no different. Her interest in Everett was written all over her face, plain as day. But none of them… none could ever measure up to Miss Taylor. Not because I’m biased, but because I’ve seen it all—the way those women looked at Mr. Robinson. They admired his money, his power, his looks. They fell in love with the idea of him, not the man himself. There was always something transactional in their gaze. Miley might