"Mr. Vale, I don't have any money," Isla said immediately.
"I'll just head home for dinner. Thanks anyway, sir." She finished with a stiff bow and turned to make her escape.
Before she got a step away, Grayson's hand shot out of his pocket and grabbed the back of her collar.
Isla felt, in that exact moment, like fate itself had her by the throat.
Powerless. Cornered. Utterly at his mercy.
Under the neon glow of the street, Grayson looked flawless tall, composed, effortlessly commanding. Isla, dragged along beside him, looked exactly the opposite: rumpled, defeated, wholly innocent.
"Did I say you could leave? I'm the CEO. What I say goes." Grayson pulled her forward, his voice landing on her from above, gaze fixed on her flustered face.
The force of the pull was too much to fight, a
