Even though Craig was right, Raina still felt a sharp pain in her chest.
'Fine,' she thought, deciding to let it go. "I've already sold the bag to Stella. She's not going to give it back, and I've already transferred the money to you. Why don't you go get it yourself?"
Craig's hand slipped under her light blue sweater, his fingers tracing slow circles on her slender waist.
The coldness of his touch sent shivers through her, but Raina bit down hard on her lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch or hearing a sound.
Craig's blue eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her tremble. He seemed to relish in her discomfort.
"That bag's lining has the initials of the client," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "It's meant to symbolize something unique—one
