Page 49 of Dating the Billionaire

Grant had the audacity to chuckle at him. “You’re like that, huh? You think everyone has a price.”

“Not everyone,” Teo said. Not Savannah...

She had him so hooked right now she could ask him for anything, and he would willingly give it to her. But he suspected what she wanted most was her freedom.

“But most people do have a price,” he insisted. Even his own mother and sister.

Using that dismissive tone again, Grant replied, “Not me.”

Teo arched a brow. “Really? You’ve not been in business very long.” Despite the recommendation from, of all people, Miranda Fox, he had checked out the charter company before he’d called them the first time. “You must be struggling.”

Grant snorted again and shook his head. “Business is thriving, man. We’ve been buying more planes and hiring more pilots.”

“To replace the ones you’ve lost.”

“Haven’t lost a thing.”

“Bill isn’t working here anymore,” Teo reminded him.

“Bill...” The big man trailed off with a sigh. “Bill isn’t a loss.”

Teo glanced around the office. “Is there anyone else here?” he asked. “Your sister?” She was a pilot; she had to know how damn good Bill was...unlike this Neanderthal who kept insulting him.

The blond man jumped up from his chair so fast that it toppled over behind him. “My sister doesn’t have a price, either. You just need to get the hell out of here.”

“Your sister might listen to reason,” Teo said. “Where you don’t seem capable...”

“You need to get the hell out of here!” Snyder shouted again. But it was almost as if he was looking at someone else, someone over Teo’s shoulder.

He turned and noticed a shadow in the hallway. Someone had been standing behind him. And he suspected that was to whom Grant Snyder had been speaking. More than curiosity compelled him to rush back into the hall—to see if he could catch the person Grant wanted the hell out of there.

Why?

What the hell was going on at Private Flights?

Once in the hall, he didn’t know which way to turn. Had the person headed to the front door that Teo had entered or out the back where the planes were probably stored? Before he could decide on a direction, Grant joined him in the hall. After glancing around him, his broad shoulders sagged a bit as tension left his body.

“Who was it?” Teo asked. “Who were you talking to?”

“You,” Grant replied.

“No.” Teo shook his head. “Someone else was here. Who was it? Who were you telling to get the hell out of here and why?”

Grant shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But it was obvious to Teo that the man was lying, and he hated being played for a fool. Hated it so much that he felt like swinging at the guy...