KimEdge222
His fingers drummed against the desk, his eyes scanning my face, searching for the inevitable con. Maybe he knew I was working him, but it clearly didn't matter. It never mattered.
"I want full control over the financials and-," he finally said.
I beamed. "Done!"
He frowned. "I didn't even agree."
I giggled, bouncing on my toes, my excitement bubbling over. "Marcello, this is huge!" I clapped my hands together, my chest bouncing with the movement. I knew what I was doing, of course. I always knew.
But I hadn't expected him to suddenly lean back in his chair and say, "Close the door."
I blinked, my smile faltering. "What?"
His lips curled into something dark, something menacing. He laughed-low, quiet, full of amusement. "I said, close the door, Celine."
I hesitated. This wasn't part of the performance anymore-this was him shifting the stage.
A shiver ran down my spine. "I-I don't think-"
Before I could finish, he was on his feet, striding toward the door with the kind of authority that made the floor feel smaller. He slammed the heavy oak doors shut with one sharp movement and turned back to me, adjusting the cuffs of his expensive suit like he hadn't just locked me in his office, rolling his shoulders back in the process.
"Sit."
I swallowed. "Sit where?"
Marcello stalked toward his chair and sat down, patting his lap. "Here."