He just seems half-arsed and more interested in staring at me than using his actual skill in convincing me. This isn’t the negotiator and lord of mind games I know and despise—this is some weak offer with no real conviction.

Must not want me at his club that bad after all!

I just shake my head at him in utter disappointment that even when throwing me a deal, it seems begrudged … or something. I actually don’t know what it is. He’s infuriatingly unreadable, even if his heavy exhales and frowns hint that he’s frustrated.

‘You want me to say I’m sorry?’ Alexi jumps to his feet suddenly, startling me...