Zane's voice grew sharper, laced with cutting sarcasm. "You've dealt with Seth before. You know exactly what kind of man he is. A bit of flattery and some pastries aren't going to satisfy him."
As he spoke, his gaze turned icy, sending a shiver down her spine.
Joanne knew exactly what he was implying, yet she smiled and pressed further. "Then what would satisfy him? Sleeping with him—would that be enough? If not, maybe you could introduce me to a few more wealthy men, Mr. Grey. My standards aren't high—just one condition: he has to be single."
Even her felt disgusted at her own words.
Surely, this would make Zane despise her and be completely disappointed, wouldn't it? After all, she had truly tried her best.
Sure enough, Zane's eyes turned colder, his grip on her hand tightening unco
