(Amber's POV)
I waited for the man to leave through the crowd and as soon as I saw his back disappear out the door, I took the business card he had handed me out from between my cleavage and threw it in the closest trash can.
I turned to find Ryan staring at me with a complicated expression before that all too familiar sneer was back on his face.
"I hope you were satisfied with that performance." I forced out, failing to keep the irritation from my voice as he continued to glower at me.
"It was all too believable. If I didn't know better, I would think that you actually had some interest in our little Mercenary leader." He shot back, his tone accusing and I couldn't help but snort at his sudden jealous streak.
"You wanted me to throw myself at him.."
"I said to do whatever was necess
