SYDNEY'S POV
The both of us just remained there as we let his words hang in the air. His eyes stared into mine and mine into his. He seemed to be baring his emotions as he looked at me and let me look at him but he wasn't. There was still the unfathomable glint in his eyes that caused the hair on my body to stand at alert…as if my body might betray me.
I tried to figure out if he meant what he said…He was joking, I told myself. He had to be joking because the last thing I would do is share his bed. I might be desperate to protect my company and prevent it from collapsing and becoming a shadow of its former self but I was not that desperate. If worse comes to worse then we would simply shut Luxe Vogue down and carry on with Atelier Studios.
"Are you still there, Sydney?" His brea
