Page 257 of Money Reigns
And behind it,him.
Maksim Korsakov.
Blue hair mussed up, snake bite piercings catching the low amber light. Tattoos disappear under the collar his shirt.
He leans back in a leather chair like he owns not just this building but the city around it.
His cold blue eyes rake over me.
Slow.Intrusive.
Vaska steps in behind me and shuts the door.
The click of the lock makes me flinch.
I’m trapped.
Withbothof them.
This was a bad idea.
Maksim’s gaze lingers, hungry in a way that makes my skin crawl.
“I didn’t order a woman today,” he drawls. “So what do you want?”
Bastard.
I fight the disgust clawing up my throat and force my voice steady.
“I’m Olivia Baker. I work at—”
“Beaumont,” he cuts me off, smirking. “He sends a woman to do his bidding?”
He laughs, low and condescending.
My mouth moves before I can stop it.
“I’m here on my own.”
Shit.
His expression sharpens. He leans forward slightly, interest flashing.
“Alone?” he repeats, one pierced brow lifting.
I shake it off. Straighten my shoulders.
He’s trying to rattle me. I won’t let him.
“I want to make a deal for the Parker Building.”
Maksim leans back in his chair, a bored look settling across his sharp features.
“No.”
Flat. Dismissive. Like I offered him gum instead of a deal.
I blink. “I haven’t even told you—”
