Chapter twenty-seven

On a good day, Sasha will be elated at someone extending a platinum credit card in her direction, but not today not if it is coming from her arrogant aloof icy boss that has a superior attitude the size of a gold mine.

Sasha stared at the plastic object as if it is going to jump up and bite her on the ass.

You know it doesn't have teeth and is incapable of jumping off to bite you if you reach out for it, came the grunted cold voice of her boss, as if he read her mind.

"With you who knows, " Sasha mumbled beneath her voice, but outwardly she asked.

"Why are you giving me the card? " Her voice bearing a suspicious connotation to it.

The man's lips curved into a patronizing grin as he ran his icy grey eyes all over Sasha's body from head to toe.

Sasha felt a chill all over her body from the cool detach assessment of those icy greys.