She set down the glass and sauntered over to where he stood. “You’re avoiding my question.”
“Not at all.” He took another sip. “Sit,”
She obliged and sat in the seat across from him.
“I run many businesses in the city.”
“Legal?” she questioned.
“Yes, Adelina.” He smirked.
“But do they, uh, you know.”
“What do you think?” he asked, stilling smirking at her.
“I think they’re all a little dirty.”
“Then you have good intuition.”
“What if you got busted?” she asked.
“I won’t.”
“But if you did?”
He set his glass down on the coffee table and walked over to the chair where she was sitting. He bent down before her and placed a hand delicately on her cheek.
“What are you worried about?”
She closed her eyes, hiding her demons from him.
“Nothing.”
“You can tell me, bella. You can tell me anything.”
She opened her eyes and looked him over.
“I’m nervous.”
“About this deal?”
“Yes.”
“You’re hesitant?”
“Can you blame me?” She answered with a question.
“I guess not.” He replied. “Is there something else you want?”
She looked him over. “Are you asking me to negotiate our pending marriage?”
He chuckled. “I suppose so.”
“What if I say no.”
“Then I take you home and you don’t have to see me again.”
“Then what happens?”