Ainsley glanced at his watch, his eyes cold, calculating. Then, without a hint of sympathy, he turned his gaze to Eloise. "It's a quarter past ten," he said flatly. "You have less than two hours to transfer the money to the card."
The words struck Eloise like a punch to the gut. Her heart raced as the realization dawned: he didn't want the cash, and he certainly didn't want the cheque. He wanted one thing only: a million dollars on that card.
"You can't do this to me!" she protested, her voice cracking with disbelief.
"Yes, I can," Ainsley said with sudden, chilling cheerfulness. His lips curled into a slight smirk, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. It was the smile of someone who enjoyed playing with his prey.
Her temper flared. "Damn it!" she shouted, her fists clenching in frustra
