“But I don’t want—”
“Finish it,” he commanded, his voice low.
I did as bid, setting the empty glass down on the table. We’d never gotten around to dinner, and a warm ball of liquor resided deep in my belly.
“Your brother made me an offer,” Flynn said. “Your services in lieu of the debt.”
I blinked. “Sorry. The scotch must be doing something to my brain. Services?”
His jaw clenched and he nodded.
“What kind of services?” I demanded, suddenly understanding what I’d overheard at the restaurant. “You’re not interested in my history knowledge, are you?”
I stood up and began to pace across the living room floor. I whirled on Flynn, who had stood too, but was watching me with an indiscernible look on his face.
“You agreed,” I said in realization. “At the restaurant. Andrew asked if you guys had a deal.” My eyes narrowed. “What kind of man agrees to that sort of thing?”
In two quick strides, Flynn was in front of me, looming and fierce. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“So what is this? I work off my brother’s debt in the bedroom? Is that what you were hoping? Keep me chained and bound and—”
Flynn gripped my upper arms, dragging me close to him so we were nearly nose-to-nose despite the fact that he was several inches taller than me. “If I wanted a woman, I wouldn’t have to pay for it.”
“Then what could you possibly want me for?” I asked, still in shock.
Flynn released me, setting me back down on the floor. I nearly stumbled in my heels, but I caught myself.
He gestured to the couch. “Sit down. And I’ll explain.”