"And I have a meeting at two. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business. Now, sit down."
"What do you think we're going to work out?"
Sighing, he scooped me up like a bride and carried me over to the sofa. He dropped me on my butt; then sat next to me. "Your objections. It's time to discuss what it's going to take to get you beneath me."
"A miracle." I pushed back from him, widening the space between us. I tugged at the hem of my emerald green skirt, wishing I'd worn pants instead. "I find your approach crude and offensive."
And a major turn-on, but I was never going to admit it.
He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. "It may be blunt, but it's honest. You don't strike me as the kind of woman who wants bullshit and flattery instead of the truth."
"What I want is to be seen as having more to offer than an inflatable sex doll."
His brows shot up. "Well, then."
"Are we done?" I stood.
