Way to go, Lexi, exactly what you wanted to avoid.
“I’ve been busy.”
He leaned forward in a quick movement. For such a big man, he moved so quickly, so economically. But she must be getting used to him because she didn’t flinch when he ran the pads of his thumbs gently under her eyes. The heat of his body stole into hers. “Are you having second thoughts about dear Tyler? Have you decided that he’s not worth the money I’m paying?”
It almost sounded as if he wanted her to refuse to help him. Which couldn’t be true.
She had been unable to sleep a wink ever since the horrid contract had arrived on her doorstep and she had taken a look at the exorbitant amount of money listed there. More than she had ever seen in her lifetime or probably ever would.
Just remembering it had her heart thumping in her chest again.
Money she could use to take art classes instead of having to save every cent, money she could use to, for once, buy some decent clothes instead of shopping the teenager section at the department store or thrift store.
Money she could use to take a break from her energy-draining bartending job and invest her time in developing her comic book script and develop a portfolio without having to worry over her next meal and keeping a roof over her head.
The possibilities were endless.
Yet she also knew that anything she bought with that money would also bring with it an ick factor. It would feel sullied.
But there had been something more than her discomfort that had held her back from signing that contract.
The man studying her intently had volunteered it happily enough. In fact, he had seemed more than happy to make her his paid employee.
Because it gave him unmitigated power over her. That was it.
She stilled in place, her stomach diving at the realization. That’s what had given her the bad feeling.
If she had accompanied him without complaint, it meant she was doing him a favor. This way, she wasn’t. It seemed he was either prepared to blackmail her into it or pay her an enormous amount of money so that she was obligated to do as he ordered.
Rather than simply ask her for help. The lengths he would go to just so that his position wasn’t weak made her spine stiff with alarm.
“About that money,” she began, feeling divided in half within. She couldn’t even stop seeing the number in front of her, a bag with a dollar sign always hovering in her subconscious as though she was one of her own comic characters, “I was angry with you for manipulating me. I can’t accept—”
His long, tanned finger landed on her mouth, short-circuiting her already-weak thought process. Her skin tingled at the barest contact. “In the week that I have had the misfortune to make your acquaintance,” he said, leaning so close that she could smell his cologne along with the scent of his skin, “asking for money to look after Tyler was the one sensible, one clever thing you did.”
Really, she had no idea what he would say next or what would suddenly send him into a spiral of anger.
“Don’t embrace useless principles now and turn it down, Ms. Nelson. Think of something wild and reckless that you have always wanted but could never afford. Think of all the nice clothes you can buy.” His gaze moved over her worn T-shirt, and she fought the impulse to cover her meager chest. “Maybe even something that will upstage Venetia in front of your ex?”