DAVE
The moment Beatrix opened her door and saw me standing there, her expression hardened. “I’m done with this. I’m not working with you anymore.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, really?” I drawled, tilting my head slightly. “You sure about that? Because I could’ve sworn I was your best-paying client.”
Her grip tightened on the edge of the door. “Best-paying,” she corrected with a sharp glare. “Not onlypaying.” The words came out like a hiss as she tried to shove the door shut in my face.
Before she could succeed, I wedged my foot between the door and the frame, preventing her from locking me out. “Mind telling me what’s got you so worked up?” I asked. With a push, I widened the door just enough to step inside.
I made my way to the black sofa and sank into it, stretching my arms
