Audrey
Edwin’s expression darkened. He didn’t even bother to look down at the cash; rather, he was already circling around the table, his broad frame blotting out the light coming in through the window as he caged me against his desk.
“Say that again,” he growled, his voice low and husky in my ear.
I gritted my teeth against two sudden sensations: the hard wood of the desk biting against my thighs and the undeniable heat between us. I couldn’t decide which was worse.
Tilting my head back, I stuck my chin out at him and leveled him with the most stubborn glare I could muster.
“Since you seem to think so highly of money,” I growled through my teeth, “I figured perhaps that you’re the one who wanted compensation for last night.”
A low snarl rumbled in the back of Edwin
