Lisa’s eyebrows shot up. “It’s already done, why run it through me, again?”
“To keep things professional.” His eyes dropped to her lips, then rose again. “Obviously.”
She gave him a flat look. “So, you want me to have freedom on the streets but trap me in your building?”
He smiled coolly. “Think of it as a merger. We’re partners in this lie, aren’t we?”
Lisa crossed her arms. “This doesn’t sound like freedom.”
He took a step closer. “It’s compromise, Lisa. Something real couples do.”
“Real couples don’t manipulate each other into staying close.”
Arthur’s gaze darkened. “Real couples also don’t sleep with clients.”
They stared at each other… because somehow, Arthur's words made sense. Lisa exhaled slowly. “Fine.”
He didn’t smile. Didn’t thank her.
But his shoulders relaxed just a
