Jaxen POV
“Start,” I said, tapping my watch for emphasis, my voice low and commanding. “Or I head back to the office, and this offer vanishes.”
“Jesus Christ, Jaxen. You think the world revolves around your damn schedule? I have a job too, you know. You’re unbelievable!” Scarlett’s patience had officially snapped. Her voice cracked with raw frustration, her scent sharpening with spikes of pure irritation.
I kept my arms locked around her waist, refusing to let her put any actual distance between us. “Beg me nicely, and not only do you move back home, but I restore your supplementary cards—full limits. You can even come back to the company as my assistant. What more could you possibly want? I’m being generous here.”
Her eyes flashed with disbelief. “Your house was never my home. The apa
