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“Have Leda bring in a pot of tea, please.”
Cold, cold brown eyes flickered over her for the briefest moment before he backed out of the doorway, closing the doors behind him.
Piper tightened her grip on her portfolio.
Eldon moved closer, taking a seat on the sofa with her. It placed him far too close to her.
“Shall we talk terms then?” he asked, the ice blue of his gaze suddenly hardening.
“Of course.” She nodded.
She’d just as soon get this done and have it over with. Lifting the portfolio closer, she was suddenly stopped by the touch of Eldon’s hand on her wrist.
Her stomach tightened as dread began to wash over her.
“I don’t need to see the designs. They’ll be accepted if you play the game properly.”
Ahh.
Her stomach pitched alarmingly.
“Excuse me?”
His smile was oily and far too sinister.
“I think you heard me perfectly, actually,” he said softly. “We’ll enjoy a nice cup of tea; then we’ll retire to my suite. Be a nice little fuck until I grow tired of you and we’ll see about that show you want so badly.”
This wasn’t happening.
This couldn’t be happening.
“Are you insane?” Had she really said that aloud?
Eldon sat back slowly, his expression tightening further, but thankfully his hand lifted from her wrist.
“You don’t want to piss me off, Ms. Mackay,” he warned her, his tone low, echoing with anger.
“I don’t?” She really didn’t, but the churning in her stomach assured her she was going to end up doing just that.
“Do you want that runway show, darling?” He stared back at her with such a chilling lack of emotion that a shudder raced down her spine.
Did she want that runway show?
She was shaking her head before she realized it and rising slowly to her feet.
“You are insane,” she decided, much calmer than she should have been while facing a madman. “Business isn’t done like that anymore.”
A mocking laugh parted his lips as he rose slowly to his feet.
“Don’t be a fool, Piper,” he warned her, his hip jutting once again, as if he hoped she’d glance at his sock-stuffed crotch.
She’d gone to high school; she knew what it looked like.
“Looks like I’m going to be a fool.” Clutching the portfolio tighter in her hands, she backed away from him.
She’d not just gone to high school; she’d been raised in East Texas, and she damned well knew better than to turn her back on a rattler.
Unfortunately, he was advancing on her.
