Amelia finished speaking, and Simon let out a short, mocking laugh.
"Do you really think you're in any position to negotiate with me, Amelia?" he said, his tone dripping with disdain.
Amelia raised her eyes to meet his. "Didn't you say we could discuss it? I thought you actually meant it."
Simon's gaze drifted to her delicate, pale earlobe. Such a fragile little woman, yet she dared to challenge him like this over something so trivial. His chest tightened with irritation.
Without warning, his hand tightened around her waist, and he leaned in to bite down hard on her earlobe.
A sharp pain shot through her ear, and before she could respond, his low, icy voice came close to her ear.
"Is this about helping that guy, James?"
The words carried a chill that sent shivers dow
