Passion. Price. Possession
There are only two things Gina Gray loves more than her six inch heels and her penthouse suite:
Sex and her family.
When her father proposes an arranged marriage to save their family business, Gina is shocked - even more...
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Minutes later they arrived at one of the most prestigious restaurants in town. Gina was still scowling at the fact that Knox had literally dragged her there but she didn't say a word to him. Seeing that it was a spot for the rich, the paparazzi was ready and waiting to get a shot of something or someone who would make the morning paper.
The chauffeur opened the door and Knox exited, waiting to take Gina's hand as he caught sight of a few journalists ready to take their pictures. Gina got out and realized that the crowd grew more frantic at the sight of her. She smiled and approached Knox who gave her a warning stare.
"Please don't make a scene," he whispered in her ear before he smile.
A plan formulated in Gina's head in that instant. "Promise me something then."
Knox's jaw flexed. "What?" he ground out tightly.
"You'll give me my car back."
Knox stood wordlessly for a moment, watching the devious smile that played against her lips. "Fine."
"And—"
"Don't get ahead of yourself now sugar lips, that's all."
"Don't call me that," Gina grumbled before walking off.
The inside of the restaurant was beautiful. Air conditioned and spacious with an atmosphere to get one in the right mood.
"How did you manage to get us here without a reservation anyway?" Gina asked as Knox pulled out a chair for her.
He took a seat and smiled before answering. "I think I have a few privileges seeing that I'm the boss," he boasted, causing Gina's eyes to widen.
"What?"
"You're looking at the new owner of The Palladium."
Gina, having recovered from her shock, glanced down at the utensils on the table, refusing to give Knox any sort of praise he might've been expecting.
"So you're here to basically buy out everyone?" she said flatly.
Knox shrugged. "Only to those offering," he clarified, his eyes moving over to the waiter that headed their way. He picked up the menu and began surveying the dishes.
The waiter came and smiled. "Hello, welcome, have you decided on what you'd like to have?"
Gina looked up at the attractive young man. "I'll have a glass of wine, please."
He nodded, turning to Knox. "Sir?"
"Don't you think it's a bit early for wine?" Knox asked, ignoring the waiter.
"No I don't," she offered with a tight smile.
He briefly shifted his gaze to the man. "Stake – medium rare, potato salad and orange juice please."
