Chapter 89

  I don’t actually know what it’s just.

  “Just?” he presses moodily.

  I’m lost for words, and he sees me flounder.

  “It’s agreed then.” He looks smug at my hesitation, progressing as if he’s won his argument.

  “What is?” My voice is tight, knowing him only too well and how overbearing he can be.

  “We go on a trip,” he shrugs oh so casually.

  “I didn’t say ‘yes’,” I grind out, but Jake is in steam-rolling mode; he always does this to me. I’ve never known anyone with this ability to maneuver me into his way of thinking. Or just bullying me into it.

  “You didn’t have a reason to say no either. I’ll just make you come with me and call it a business trip. I’ll fire you if you refuse.” He drinks some of his champagne, his eyes never leaving mine, that look goading me to challenge him.

  “That’s not fair,” I sigh, knowing I’m losing because this is how he is.