The scent of Bill's cologne mixed with his breath as he leaned dangerously close to Ruby. Their proximity was overwhelming—she could see his sharp jawline and the curve of his lips.
Ruby's heart pounded, but his casual insults cut through any momentary daze.
Her expression hardened. "This is my job. I earn money through legitimate work!"
Bill was momentarily distracted by her familiar yet unfamiliar scent. But the thought that she was his father James' hire crushed any trace of intrigue. He moved even closer, his voice laced with mockery. "So it's still about money. Don't pretend otherwise. Just name your price."
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed a wad of cash at her chest.
Ruby's eyes widened. The humiliation burned through her.
Bill sneered, "Not enough? How about this?" Another
