Joanne pulled away sharply from Zane's embrace, shaking her head. "I'm not going back," she snapped.
Zane clearly hadn't expected refusal. "Got somewhere better to be?" he challenged.
"Not currently," she admitted bluntly. "But once bitten, twice shy. I'd rather starve than crawl back to Bos Group."
"Hah." Zane's chuckle was dark. "So, am I the fire—or is it Bos Group?"
"Both." Joanne stifled a yawn, exhaustion weighing heavy. "It's late, Mr. Grey. Thanks for the meal." Her instincts screamed at her to run—far away from him.
"You should go," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "Your fiancée might worry."
Zane caught her wrist, pulling her flush against him. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "If not Bos Group, name your terms. Just stay with me."
Joanne blinked. "What?"
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