"You're up?" Grayson handed Isla a glass of warm water.
She took it in both hands, glanced at the water, then up at his ridiculously handsome face.
"I don't want it. It probably costs money." Isla eyed the glass warily.
Grayson paused. "It's free."
At that, Isla grabbed his hand with both of hers.
She gazed up at him with wounded, delicate sincerity, brows knitted, lips trembling just slightly, and said, word by careful word, "Mr. Vale... how about YOU cover this bill? Just this once?"
Her voice was soft, pleading, her eyes practically shimmering with hope.
"Not happening," Grayson said flatly, a flicker of dark amusement in his eyes.
You think a look like that works on me? I've already seen exactly how ruthless you are.
Isla's face fell. She snatched the water glass back and down
