Chapter Sixteen
Rian
“You’re late.”
While I’d have loved to flick Master Liam off, I needed what he offered. “Sorry,” I said, reaching for his outstretched hand. “I had to go grab some things from my condo.”
“I’m going to be watching, you know,” he said, staring me down, his hand clasped firmly around mine.
I grinned, allowing him the better grip—because I didn’t have a damn thing to prove. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from a club owner allowing someone in off the streets, even if I am paying a nice sum for the use of a private room.”
Liam released my hand and sat behind his desk while I pulled a fat envelope from the front of my bag. “I’m not thrilled with your plan, but in your shoes—if everything you’ve told me is true—then I can’t blame you. I’d do the same.”
Tossing the env
