Later that night...
"Mr. Stevens. Glad to see you made it."
Grace stood to welcome him, as Dax rolled his eyes.
"Save the formal crap. What do you want from me, Grace? You have everything. Unlike Mark Donovan, I can't be bought."
He sat quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. Ignoring the fact, she was waiting for him to pull out her chair for her. He was in no mood for slightest act of chivalry. He wouldn't give an Ashford the satisfaction. His strong jawline ticked as he glared at her.
"Okay, I see you're not in the mood for being civil."
"I don't have time for being chummy with you. What do you want from me?"
"Well… I think you know what I want," she said, looking him over. "You in my bed. But I'll settle for just dinner tonight. I thought we could talk about the conversation my brother and I had with you earlier. Would you like some wine?"
"You sure that's a good idea? You don't seem to be able to handle your liquor."