“I’m not a corporate business acquisition, Leo.” She sat on the barstool facing him, her hands curling tightly around the cool edge of the marble counter.
“No,” he said, finally stepping away from the stove. He walked over to her, his long, powerful strides closing the distance until he was towering completely over her stool. The sheer physical presence of the man was a heavy, intoxicating weight in the room. He reached out, his large, warm hand cupping her chin, his calloused fingers locking her jaw in place with a gentle but entirely unyielding pressure. He forced her to look up into his burning jade eyes. “You are considerably more difficult to manage.”
The rough calluses on his fingers caught her by surprise. Billionaires weren’t supposed to have hands that felt earned. She smiled de
