Isla stormed over to the deck sofa and dropped onto it, arms crossed, radiating a full-body do not test me energy.
"Thanks for dinner. Let's call it even. I'll keep your secret." Grayson's voice drifted over from behind her.
Low, deep, laced with that same untouchable indifference.
He just watched me hand over ten million dollars and STILL sounds this smug about it. If he threatens me one more time, I am biting him again. For real this time.
Isla dropped her arms, shoved her hands into her pockets, and turned to glare at him as he sat down beside her.
"I honestly didn't think you were the type to bleed someone dry without a shred of guilt."
He just took nearly ten million off me over one dinner. If he pushes his luck one more inch, I will lose my mind. I'll take him down with me if I
