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Because now she owns that win. She has power over me, and I handed it right to her.
“Oh, I’m heading to Vegas tomorrow,” I throw back over my shoulder.
“Vegas? What for?” Conan asks.
“To win some awards,” I say bluntly. Then I’m gone.
Chapter 14
STEPHANIE
“Nice jet,” I tell Finn sarcastically as he steps beside me on the tarmac.
I resist rolling my eyes. His presence next to me is already grating. There are fifteen of us waiting to board, yet he chooses to stand right in my personal space.
Close enough for me to smell his maddeningly delicious aftershave.
“Thanks. It’s mine and my brothers’.”
I cross my arms over my chest, keeping my eyes locked on the sleek black jet.
Not the man beside me.
“Fancy. Is there caviar on board? Champagne for the rich boy?” I tease.
I know he hates it when I call him that. Yet, he has never offered me an explanation as to why I’m wrong.
“Whiskey and nachos. I’m not your typical boring billionaire, Dr. Miller.”
I turn my head to face him. His tight black shirt is rolled up to reveal inked forearms that should be considered sinful.
He’s right. There’s nothing normal about him.
“Billionaire. Hmm. And why is it you decide to still work?”
I tap my chin as he smirks at me.
“So I can irritate the fuck out of you every day. And make sure you never get Head of Cardiology.”
My mouth drops open.
This prick. A thorn in my side that just won’t leave. Even jail time didn’t work.
“You’re an asshole, you know that, right?”
His eyebrow arches, those pale grey eyes darkening.
He pulls a small notepad from his pants pocket, along with a tiny pencil, and starts writing.
“What are you doing?” I frown.
I’ve noticed he does this around me more and more.
“Just noting down everything that gives me a case to fire you. I’m sure the director would love to hear.”
I scoff and squint at him.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
