"What an infuriating job," Rose muttered slowly.
"This mouth of yours," Rylan said, his voice low and teasing, "could easily get you into trouble."
Before Rose could process his words, he did something unexpected. Leaning closer, he bumped his forehead lightly against hers. His nose brushed against hers, and for a fleeting moment, his lips hovered dangerously close to hers.
Rose's eyes widened in shock as her breath hitched. She immediately pulled back, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. She had met many men but never this type, especially not one like him—so bold, so confident. A rush of heat surged through her, but she quickly masked it with a scowl.
Rylan smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. "So, tell me," he said smoothly, "do you accept the job?"