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“If you’re involved, I would be.”
“Megan, that fat fucker is the head of a major crime organization. It’s a miracle he’s lived this long. His elimination would be about business, not personal.”
“I’m asking you not to make it your business. It’s my second request, and it’s what I want. Hell, we can even call it a wedding gift. Give me that, and you can invite whoever you want.”
“Sorry, baby, but that’s not enough of an incentive for me. I’ll marry you butt-ass naked with no fucking guests before I agree to those terms.”
She sighs with exasperation.
“Let me change the terms then.”
“New terms?” I raise an eyebrow. “What are they?”
“I’ll agree to us moving to the Middleton Estate.”
“You’ll move in the house?” I ask skeptically.
“Yep.”
We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, but I can feel it.
There’s a power one feels when you have the upper hand in a negotiation, and that power is oozing out of her damn pores right now. Damn, the student has surpassed the master.
And it’s sexy as fuck.
Megan’s still watching me, but now there’s something else in her eyes.
Something dangerous.
Something tempting.
I arch a brow. “What now?”
She shrugs one shoulder, eyes dancing. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
She grins. “About how attractive you are as you consider how to counter my offer.”
I smirk, standing from my chair and rounding the counter, moving toward her at an unhurried pace.
“Oh yeah?”
Megan tilts her head up, still seated but completely unfazed by the predatory way I’m closing in.
“Yeah.”
I place my hands on either side of her, trapping her between me and the counter. “You like it when we negotiate?”
Her breath catches slightly. “Mm-hmm.”
I drag my lips along the curve of her jaw, letting my hands skim down her arms before resting on her hips.
“What else do you like, baby?” I murmur against her skin.
She exhales, her hands sliding under my shirt, nails dragging lightly over my stomach.
“I like it when you listen to me.”