Page 21 of Billion Dollar Dispute

“How long have your parents owned this?”

I know these answers, of course, as I’ve researched the business, but I want to show her how serious I am.

“It was originally my grandparents’.”

“How did it get into so much debt?”

She peers down at her desk before rolling her shoulders back. “My dad died, and my mom tried to take over. It’s a mess.”

I nod, sensing that it’s bothering her.

“Two eyes are better than one.”

“I don’t think so…” she mumbles under her breath.

She’s still on the fence, so I need to show her I’m willing to help find events she can host to repay the debts.

That's when I have a brilliant idea.

“I’m also here to invite you to attend a networking cocktail event for my company.”

She blinks. “Why would I go?” she argues. “You don’t need to rub my nose in your successful business.”

“Maybe you can form some connections and help your business.”

“You’re helping me with your money.”

“That’s untrue. There’ll be potential clients. Just come and bring your business cards.”

“Your tone isn’t convincing me that you want me there.”

I suck in a deep breath through my nose. “Fine. Ms. Recaredo, I would like you to attend the event, this Friday, at my office?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“You’re impossible,” I mumble. Suddenly, I remember the nickname for the flowers,buttercup. I stand there, wanting to leave a mark, just like the way her molten eyes leave an impression on me. I lean toward her, my hands resting on the edge of her desk, bracketing her in. She gasps audibly. My face is only an inch away from hers, and fuck, this might have been a mistake, she smells so sweet. I lick my lips, our gazes locked. I reach down and grab my business card, holding it up to her. She snatches it and slowly leans back, but her chair stops her from going too far.

“If you show up at my event on Friday, I’ll take that as a yes, buttercup.” I wink, then push off the desk and stride out the door.

Chapter 8

Jemima

My mouth hangs openas I stare at the space he just walked out of. I bring my fingertips to my lips, still feeling the warmth of his breath. His scent lingers, pine and fresh as if he’s been wandering through the woods.

“What did he want?” Molly practically skips in.

I shake my head, still rattled by his powerful presence, but I swallow my nerves before Danny returns from his lunch break. I would prefer to keep this to myself until I figure out the right thing to do.

“He wants to help me sort this out.” I gesture at the scattered papers around the room.

Molly says, “Eek,” and claps like a schoolgirl.

I roll my eyes at her reaction. “I can’t accept his help.”

I can’t risk him taking over the company and worse working alongside his cocky self. He cannot be trusted.

“Why?” Walking over, she takes the spot Harvey just left.

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