Isla understood exactly what he meant by that particular jab.
And there's genuinely no good move here. Can't set it down. Can't keep holding it either.
She sat there stiff and pale, choking down whatever retort she wanted to make, forcing a strained smile instead.
"Mr. Vale, you didn't just call me into this car so you could make fun of me, right?" Isla said, a bad feeling already creeping up her spine.
Though honestly, at this point, I have no idea if "bad feeling" even covers what's coming.
Serving under a man like this really is like handling a tiger. So why did I climb in this car after one sentence, no questions asked?!
She glanced sideways at him. His profile was, as ever, unfairly elegant sharp jaw, soft skin, dark eyes bright with quiet mischief that never quite reached the s
