POV: Alaric
She folded her arms across her chest, and for a second, my stomach clenched. Fuck. Jasmine did that a lot. That same little motion–arms crossed, eyes sharp, lips slightly pouted–that made my insides warm up every time. My grip flexed on the wheel.
"You were saying that your father is willing to help me secure the contract with Blackthorne Industries," I said smoothly. "He has connections with their board members and believes he can convince them to move forward with the deal. You also mentioned that their CEO has concerns about the stability of my company, considering the recent… unrest among my investors."
A flicker of surprise crossed her face. "Oh."
I smirked. "Still think I wasn't listening?"
She shifted, uncrossing her arms, her posture relaxing slightly. "Well… I just thought you weren't paying attention. You looked so lost in thought."
She was wrong. I wasn't lost in thoughts. I was lost in Jasmine.
