TANISHA
I stood up so fast, the chair screeched against the floor, one leg catching awkwardly. I thought it might actually tip, that would have been poetic. I was almost impressed, really. This man must think he had some commanding spell over me.
“A date,” I repeated, testing the word. “You intentionally made me come all the way down here, made me wait an hour. Held my paycheck hostage.” My eyes lifted to his, steady, dangerous in a quiet way. “For a date?”
Christof leaned back, fingers steepled, that maddening calm stitched to his face. Like he hadn’t just crossed about twelve moral borders with a grin.
“It’s simple,” he said. “You have dinner with the man, you’re charming. You leave, deal closes. You get your job back.”
That did it. I laughed so loudly, I wasn’t entirely sure the
