Chapter Four
“What do you want?” Adalia regained her composure as quickly as possible. It wasn’t easy with him staring back at her. He had such a soulful gaze, and it pierced right through to her core.
Trent ruffled his blond hair and tilted his head forward to gaze at her from under his brow. He held a brown dossier in his right hand and rested the other on the doorjamb. “I’ve got a proposition for you.”
“No,” she said, immediately. “I’m not interested in your propositions, Trent.”
“You should be. This could change your life for the better, for good.” He tucked the brown folder under his arm. Trent wasn’t a patient guy, and her denial probably ate at him to the core, but so what? That was his problem and not hers.
She hadn’t asked for any of this.
“Who’s this?” Sylvester appeared in
