CHAPTER 19
Savannah
He stops eating, putting the fork down and caressing my hand. “The first impression I had of you was that I wanted to fire you,” he answers with a wry chuckle as he meets my enraged gaze.
“Fire me!”
The server walks over, refilling our glasses of wine and taking the extra empty plates away. “You forced me to accept that I didn’t know everything like I thought I did. The ideas that came across my desk I can honestly say were better than mine.”
“My first impression of you was that you’re the regular cocky millionaire that thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Then I saw you working late like everyone else in the office and not taking credit for the work that other designers created. Then, of course, we made things official after the cabin.”
Cassian grins, and I smile whe
