Blue Moon Restaurant, Gold Plaza
Scott sat back in his chair, legs casually crossed, one hand on the table while the other held the original copy of the contract he'd signed with BlueForce earlier. His sharp eyes darted across the document, and his lips curled into a faint smirk as he tilted his head.
"Ten million dollars a year for a guy like me with zero modeling experience…"
He muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
"Kinda feels like a desperate move for a brand as big as BlueForce, doesn't it? Almost makes me nervous…"
He tapped the edge of the paper against the table, glancing up with a faint frown as his thoughts shifted.
Speaking of things that made him nervous…
Across from him, Bella leaned slightly forward as her tempting blue eyes locked onto him with a gaze so heavy it could've melted steel. Her fork twirled absentmindedly in her spaghetti, but her focus never wavered.