André's POV
"What do you want?"
My fists were clenched tight, and I was sure that I was seconds away from losing it. The smirk on Jonas' face wasn't making things any easier for me.
Instead of answering my question, he began to pace around my office as if he owned the place. I saw a flicker of greed in his eyes as he surveyed the room and touched my expensive desk.
"Well, before we start, I think you might want to double-check to see if the door is locked. We wouldn't want any... interruptions."
He sat on my desk with a relaxed look on my face. My every instinct told me to bury my fist in his face, but I stiffened and controlled myself. He was a bug crawling under my skin, but I wasn't going to let him get the better of me.
"I can see that you are getting right at home here, making
