Page 65 of Money Reigns
“You know?”
“Yes. You don’t know how to accept them without something in return.”
My breath hitches and his lips quirk.
“I make my living reading people Olivia” He says my name like he owns it.
“It’s how I make my deals. I can read you too.”
I stare out the window.
“I’m just not used to it,” I admit.
I feel his eyes on me again, sweeping slowly down my profile before returning to the road.
“You’ll get used to it.”
His voice is calm. Certain. Like getting used to being spoiled by Warren Beaumont is inevitable.
And that should scare me more than it does.
The car eases to a stop in front of a building that doesn’t look real.
I square my shoulders, but nothing prepares me for what I see.
Glass. Light. Music drifting through stone archways.
It’s like the set of a movie. Not a place people like me get invited to.
The doorman opens my door and offers a quiet “Ms. Baker.”
I step out, heels clicking against smooth stone, my emerald gown brushing over polished floors.
Warren appears at my side, jacket now buttoned, posture impeccable. His hand hovers just above my lower back.
Not touching.
But I feel it anyway.
Warm. Anchoring.Dangerous.
Inside, the air is velvet and champagne.
Every detail gleams, chandeliers dripping like constellations, golden trim curling around high vaulted ceilings, servers gliding past with trays of wine and caviar.
I catch my breath.
God.
This is it.
This is the world he lives in.
My heart flutters in my chest, somewhere between nerves and awe.
Warren leans in slightly, voice a brush of silk behind my ear.
“Try not to stare, Ms. Baker.”
