“You can pay me off, too, if that’s the way you’re going,” he mumbles.
I’m not sure if I hang up first or he does, but I place the phone on my desk and look down at my hands.
They should be shaking, trembling with indecision and worries about the morally bankrupt pit I’m falling into.
But they aren’t.
Not even as I reach for the business card on the corner of my desk. The black one with the sharp edges and the devil’s name embossed in gold.
Walsh thinks she can buy her way to the top? Fine. Two can play that game.
Though the thought of calling Stefan makes my skin flush hot again, my body remembering the fantasy from minutes ago. On second thought, this deserves more than a phone call.
I reach for my car keys, ready to face this problem head on. One thought lingers in my head as I c
