Jasmine
I’ve never been on a really important business meeting, but I’m sure this isn’t what it’s supposed to look like.
Why did he have to rent out the entire restaurant and have a buffet being prepared for her?
My jaw tightens, my eyes still on Vladimir, who now seemingly has a smile on his face. That's a ten on the scale of unprofessionalism. That's because I’ve never seen him smile.
“The last time I saw you in Paris, you promised me a dinner and a building I can’t refuse…” Isabella’s rich, feminine, light voice comes.
Paris? Dinner?
So much for work is work.
“And here we are,” he responds smoothly, not taking his eyes off her.
My left eye twitches uncontrollably, another wave of repulsion surging through me.
Why the hell am I here? It’s almost like I’m a disturbance
