“Marry me.”
The words left his lips like they were the most natural thing to say to a woman at the second meeting. Even worse, to someone who might become your employee.
Ariana stared at him, perplexed. She could barely blink. ‘It has to be a joke.’ She thought.
‘I must have heard wrong.’ She nodded, gaslighting herself into believing that truth. Then, with a smile, she asked.
“I didn’t get that, Mr Blackthorne. What did you say?” She said, pretending not to have heard him.
Vincent knew she heard him loudly but, he repeated himself regardless, something he barely did. But, he needed something from her so, he was going to put his ego aside just this one time.
“Marry me, Miss Blake. Marry me and the job is yours.”
Ariana’s knees weakened and her pulse quickened. The smile that had bee
