"Shush!" Winn countered, his lips curving in a dangerous smirk. "Or I will kiss you. That should shut you up."
Ivy clasped her mouth shut. She could feel his hands, holding her in place—restraining her.
"I didn't do it. Okay?" he said finally. "I was just on the phone with my lawyer. He's certain the leak didn't come from his office." Even as he explained, he kept her close, as if proximity could protect them both.
"Then who did?" Ivy demanded, the fire in her tone barely masking the confusion.
"I don't care," he said, and his jaw set in a sharp line.
"How can you say that?"
"All I care about right now," he continued, "is the ridiculous amount of insults you've thrown in my direction since you stepped into this office." His grip tightened slightly on her waist. "Did you forget, Ivy? Did you forget what I can do? Or did you just get a pussy for a man and conveniently forget all the ways I could make you pay for running your mouth at me like that?"
