Sylvan Cheney gave her a cold stare, his gaze icy and colder than the moonlight.
Subconsciously, Jasmine Yale wanted to run away.
Yet, a few seconds later, his face softened, and his eyes reflected a hint of warmth.
"Do you prefer being on top?" He tilted his lips into a grin, looking at her.
? ? ?
Jasmine's heart tightened, her face turned red, what a lecher!
"Mr. Cheney, can we discuss something?" Jasmine changed the topic, without forgetting the serious matter.
"To discuss something with me, you must have sincerity."
"How about... a 30% discount on... all our dealings?"
"..."
"How about a 35% discount?" She was already running at a loss!
"..."
"Then what are your terms?" Jasmine looked heavenward.
"Have you eaten?" He looked at her.
"Yes."
"Let's go back to the Cheney Residence and make me a cup of coffee."
"Is that all?" Jasmine looked at him incredulously.
