“I want you to stop sleeping with my father.”
The words hit like a thunderclap.
“What?”
Zayn’s eyes narrowed. “You heard me.”
For a heartbeat, she could only stare, the air sucked from her lungs. Then she let out a stunned, incredulous laugh. “I’m sorry—what did you just say?”
“I said,” he repeated slowly, every syllable cutting, “that whatever… arrangement you have with Alexander Specter ends now.”
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Shock and confusion battled inside her until finally indignation sparked through the haze.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” she burst out.
He raised a brow, cold amusement flickering. “You really want to pretend you don’t know who I am? You were approached this week, weren’t you? My head of security offered you a generous sum to walk a
