I stared at him in disbelief.
“Are you saying your humor is my responsibility?”
“Yes.”
“That’s actually insane.”
“Hm.”
“Stop hm-ing me.”
“No.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You enjoy annoying me.”
“You’re entertaining.”
“You’re literally a billionaire. Go buy a hobby.”
“I did.”
I blinked.
Then slowly realized he was looking directly at me.
Oh.
Oh no.
Heat rushed into my face instantly.
“You can’t just say things like that casually.”
“I just did.”
“You’re a menace.”
“And yet,” he murmured calmly, “you’re smiling.”
Traitor.
Absolute traitor.
I immediately looked away to hide it, which only made him more amused.
God.
This man was impossible.
Another executive suddenly leaned toward Adrian from across the table.
“Mr. Voss,” he said eagerly, “surely Voss Industries woul
