Chapter 17 - THE UNWRITTEN RULE|
Beatrice stared into his gray eyes, feeling the heat radiating between them.
“You’re a mafia boss, Arthur,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. “And I’m a forensic accountant from Pilsen. People like us don't have uncomplicated stories.”
“I don't want an uncomplicated story,” Arthur said, his tone absolute. “I want an accountant who tells me the truth when everyone else lies. I want a woman who looks at emerald silk like armor and isn't afraid to look me in the eye when I'm angry.”
He stood up slowly, pulling her up with him, wrapping his arm around her waist until her body was pressed flat against his chest.
“No more contracts, Beatrice,” Arthur whispered against her lips. “No more transactions. No more debit and credit.”
“Then what is this?” she asked, her heart pounding wild against her ribs.
“A takeover,” Arthur murmured.
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Then he kissed her again—slowly, deeply, and completely, sealing her mouth with a promise that had nothing to do with numbers and everything to do with possession.
Beatrice didn't fight it. She wrapped her arms around his broad neck, pulling herself closer, letting the dark warmth of his presence erase every fear she had ever carried.
