“Porter?”
“Kane.” He corrected.
“Yes.”
“Say it.” He taunted.
“I will.” I evaded. Why did it seem so weird to think of him by his first name?
Because all of this is weird.
“Are you going to loan me the money?” My head dropped back against the seat, bunching my blonde hair around my face as I peered at him.
“You haven’t told me what I’m getting out of it.”
“What do you want?” I tossed my hands. “A great appraisal this year?”
He laughed outright. A deep, barking, masculine sound that immediately told me that something so menial mattered very little to this version of Porter.
“I take it that’s a no.” I said sullenly.
“It’s a no to that. Sell me something, Boss Lady. Thought you were good at this.”
“Are you saying you want me to f**k you?” I hissed in annoyanc
