Page 6 of Dating the Grump

I knew that'd get him. The man loves his money. Ironic, considering he gives so goddamn much of it away. In my time in town, I've seen no less than four different charities with his name, or the name of his MC, associated.

“I want to move all of my money to your bank, and I want to move it today. Investment accounts, savings accounts, everything.” I pause. “But I'll only accept Molly Exley as my account manager.”

I haven't been able to get her off my mind since I walked her home last night. I probably stood outside her building like a fucking creep for a good half-hour, just staring into space, thinking about the way her lips felt against mine and the way she whimpered for me.

My cock was hard all night—after I jerked off twice. I need to see her again. Waiting for dinner tonight isn't going to work for me.

Showing up where she works unannounced is probably overkill, but she mentioned hoping for a big client last night to prove herself. I'm going to give her one—me. If it means I get to spend the day with her, too, well, that doesn't suck for me.

His deep brown eyes widen. “Jesus Christ, Hunt. That's millions.”

“Told you that you were going to make money,” I say, shrugging. “Can you make it happen or not?”

“You wouldn't be standing in my office if I couldn't make it happen.”

True. He owns the bank. And since Bronx's wife is friends with his wife, we've been moving in the same circles since I got to town. It pays to know people who know people, especially in this town.

He eyes me sideways. “Molly, huh? She's only been with us a few months. From what I remember, she just graduated. You sure you want her cutting her teeth on your bread?”

“Positive,” I growl. “If it's not her, I'm not moving it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Rulie mutters, his laughter booming across the massive corner office. “That didn't take long.”

I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, and I don’t bother asking for an explanation.

Cash picks up the phone on his desk and dials, staring at me. “Hey, Rodney, it's Cash. Molly Exley has a VIP client coming in by the name of Hunt Sola.” He pauses. “Yes.” Another pause, his gaze flickering over my face. “I want her to help him move everything from his current bank to ours. She has my approval to use whatever resources she needs to begin the account transfers. She can call me directly with any questions, but he will only deal with Molly. Keep everyone else off his back or they'll deal with me.”

He listens for a minute and then disconnects, arching a brow. “Satisfied?”

I jerk my chin in a nod, striding toward the door, eager as fuck to see my girl.

“Thanks, Cash,” I call over my shoulder.

“You can thank me by inviting me to the wedding!” he shouts after me.

I’m barely out of his office when my phone dings with an incoming text.

Unknown

Am I still fired?

I read it and smile, my fingers flying over the screen.

Me

You’re absolutely fired. Where do I send your bonus?

Unknown

No bonus needed. You’re welcome!

Unknown

I do accept five-star reviews and referrals, however.

Me

Consider it done.

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