"I know it's too hard to say no to my grandfather, but you’re a businesswoman, right?" Tyler explained.
Mary nodded, afraid of where this discussion was headed.
"Then you won’t mind a small confidential proposition from me."
She caressed her arms to ward off goosebumps. "Make your point and get it over with, Mr. Johnson."
"Miss Borthman, my point is, my grandfather likes you, and he wants to see you all the time," he said coolly. "I’m here to negotiate, and when he's out of the hospital, I'm taking him to the mansion."
"Go on, strike a bargain." She muttered and sat back in her chair, settled her laptop bag on the table, and pretended to brush the invisible dust off her immaculate but boring office attire as Tyler crouched on her table. Damn the chills his presence brought. This close
