Page 258 of Money Reigns
“I’m not interested.” He waves a tattooed hand lazily. “You can go now,Olivia.”
Heat floods my face. Not from embarrassment, but frustration.
Plan A it is.
“What if I offered you something better?” I ask, moving around his desk.
He lifts a brow but doesn’t object. Just watches.
I stop beside him, hovering awkwardly. “Could I use your desktop?”
His smile curves, all teeth and arrogance. “Hell, you can sit on my lap while you do it, if you want.”
“No, thank you.” My voice is tight. Controlled.
He doesn’t move.
So I lean over him, carefully reaching for the mouse. His clean, sharp scent, ocean breeze laced with something spicy, fills my nose. It shouldn’t smell this good, but it does.
He doesn’t look at the screen.
I can feel his eyes on me, not the property listing I pull up. That somehow makes it worse.
Focus, Olivia.
I pull up the maps and blueprints I’ve prepared. “This is Beaumont Luxe,” I say, pointing. “It’s larger. Better for what you want to turn it into.”
He doesn’t look. Not right away.
“What do you know,” he says slowly, “of what I want to make it into?”
I glance at him.
Big mistake.
We’re inches apart.
My breath shudders.
Then I pull back, standing straight again.
“Whatever you use it for…” I clear my throat. “It has more basement space. And for a man like you—”
He smirks.“A man like me?”
His gaze flickers with something.Amusement?Threat? Both?
“Ms. Baker, I’m just a businessman.”
I fold my arms. My patience is wearing thin.
He’s going to say no again. I can feel it coming.
And I’m done playing nice.
I place my hands on my hips. “It’s no secret you’re Bratva. Matter of fact, you’re the head of it.”
His smile fades. Just a little.
