"I said it a month ago, and I'll say it again. I don't want to make this kind of deal with you."

Amos chuckled, "What deal? This has nothing to do with the deal. This... is merely us fulfilling our needs."

She breathed in his scent, a faint minty cologne mixed with the smell of tobacco. Eudora George shivered.

The man's lips brushed against her ear. The soft touch sent waves of tingling sensation through her body. She reached out her hand to push him away.

"Let me go, I will deal with it myself."

Amos Granger raised his brows. "Deal with it yourself? There are despicable men like Franco...