Page 6 of Power Shift
Evie.
Every time you try to touch me, the contract fee increases by 25%.
Evie. Goddammit. I am not a monster.
You will send me a dress to wear.
With pleasure.
And matching jewelry.
Amethyst?
Ass.
Yes. and Aquamarine. Make sure the dress matches the stones.
Done.
I hated myself for loving the dresses he sent and his jewelry.
And you will find another florist to do business with in the future.
Absolutely not.
Remember how non-negotiable this is?
No.
Yes.
This is beyond unreasonable and borderline foolish.
Anger spiraled through my veins.
My shop did just fine before you came into my life. I don’t want people coming in here because of morbid curiosity. I want them here because of my talent.
We both know that’s not the only reason people come in. But you’re also smart enough to know that my patronizing a business often brings a boost to the shop owner’s bottom line. Having a Shifter Lord plug a business can turn the place into gold.
I didn’t care about any of that.
Then I will send the arrangements by courier this evening, Lord. I hope you have an enjoyable event.
Goddammit, Evie!
I turned my phone to silent and placed the screen face down.
Moira brought me a steaming cup of coffee. “You look like you could use this.” She jerked her head toward my phone. “Were you texting Caelan?”
“Yup. We could not come to a mutual agreement on the contract addendum.”
Moira pressed her lips together, her eyes sparkling. “Oh?” she breathed after a beat of silence. “Mutual, huh?”
“I didn’t say it was mutually beneficial,” I said primly.
Moira snickered. “What was the dealbreaker?”
“Finding another florist for the future.”
