Damn it. She was going to force my hand. I strolled next to her. There were a series of barges pushing cargo along the river. From this far above the city we could make out small forms of tourists on the street.
Her green eyes tilted upward toward mine. “What? You don’t want to negotiate now? Too much risk? You don’t like giving up the most valuable asset you have?”
“The tech isn’t on the table, yet.”
“Ahh. I see.” She drank more champagne. “When exactly are you ready to add it to the deal? I don’t know that I’m interested in talking about any type of merger until I know the tech is safe.”
“You have stock in everything my father owned. You have enough.”
“And I want the tech,” she responded. “No tech. No deal.”
I was amazed at how quickly the hot and sexy woman could chill in front of my eyes. How did she do that? It was like she flipped a switch. I had to remember I knew her. I knew the vulnerable Kennedy. This was an act. A good one, but still an act that had worked on many men in this city.
“How do I get you off the tech?”
“You can’t.” She smiled.
I laughed. “Let’s see about that.”