“What’s the matter now?” Rachel asked, confused.
“Rachel, are we here to talk business or to sell my body?”
Rachel’s mind was still on areas of improvement in the proposal; she was mumbling to herself on ways to cut the cost of investment.
Tyler’s brows were furrowed, the light from the floor–to–ceiling windows reflecting off his face. He tapped his fingers against the table.
“Rachel!”
Rachel finally snapped back to attention as she picked up from where they last left off.
“We’re here to talk business, but you should know better than I do why Anne wants to work with us. Is she
here for the project? She’s here for you. The proposal is critical, but you’re even more critical. If you don’t
make her happy, she can choose not to sign the contract, no matter how good the proposal is.”
Rachel’s perspective on the matter stood in stark contrast to that of Tyler’s.
Tyler was looking at it from an emotional angle, but Rachel was being rational about it. She had one goal
in mind, and that was to secure the deal as quickly as possible.
She had to resolve the crisis that Tyler’s company was facing right now.
Tyler drew nearer to her, casting a shadow over her. He reached out to pull a lock of her hair from the
back of her ear, his movement gentle yet firm.
“Must I use my good looks to prove my merits at work? Or do you not mind it one bit that I go out for drinks with her and allow her to have her way with me, or raise any demands of me? Are you totally
alright with that?”
“You’re taking this too seriously,” Rachel said, instinctively avoiding his hot gaze. “Come on, you’re a man. It’s good enough that you don’t force yourself on women. How could a woman force herself on you?”
“Is that so?” Tyler chuckled, his warm breath tickling her blushing earlobes. “There is technically no difference between the desire a man has for a woman and the desire a woman has for a man.”
Rachel seemed to understand what Tyler meant. She looked at Tyler, taking note of his tense jawline. His watch peeked out from the edge of his sleeve, the glint reflecting off it resembling that within the depths of his eyes.
She finally started channeling her emotional side.
“We don’t have any other choice right now! All you can do is tread with caution. Anne isn’t even afraid of being taken advantage of by a man, but it feels like you’re guarding against a thief.”
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Chapter 720
“Am I any other man?” Tyler asked Rachel.
+15 BONUS
Rachel was stunned; she had no response to Tyler’s question, even after thinking it through. That seemed
to be a fact.
Anne’s eyes were always filled with confidence whenever she looked at Tyler.
Rachel didn’t want to hear any more of his wisecracking and said seriously, “Alright, then. Based on your thoughts, what should we do now? Anne has already made it clear that she wants to meet you alone
tonight.”
Tyler grabbed Rachel’s wrist, the pad of his thumb rubbing against her soft skin. A storm was brewing in
his eyes.
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