Rhysand.
I have done well. Too well infact. The shock on Rain’s face is so perfect, I never want it to fade. It’s a masterpiece of wide eyes, parted lips, and a sudden, sharp intake of breath that makes the fabric of her blazer strain against her curves.
I watch as realization sink in, the wheels behind her eyes frantically turning with disbelief.
“You…You are a bartender,” she stammers.
I chuckle. Surely she didn’t think I have a penthouse and sports car on a bartender salary.
“That’s just a hobby. This is my actual business.”
The look on her face is worth every penny of the two million dollars I’m about to pay her.
It’s like f*****g art. She blinks, frowns, blinks again.
I take a step toward her, keeping enough professional distance for Mark’s sake but close enough to force her t
