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Confusion cut through her fatigue. Why the sudden change of heart? Had her accident stirred up some emotion? Perhaps guilt?
Does it matter? Just say yes!
“Okay. Thank you.”
He nodded once more. “Get some rest.”
As she shifted down to stretch out on the couch, she heard his sharp inhale, turned her head to see what he was about to say. But he was moving toward the door, not even looking in her direction. She waited until the door clicked behind him before she let her eyes drift shut.
Never in a million years would she have pictured a man like Griffith tending to her. It had made him seem almost human. And, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, it made her attraction to him all the more treacherous.
CHAPTER NINE
GRIFFITH KNOCKED ON Rosalind’s door the following morning. He steeled himself when he heard her footsteps, stayed strong when she opened the door wearing a navy blue shirt and a vivid red skirt, her curls caught up into a loose bun that left her neck bare to his gaze.
Then lost his grip as he imagined trailing his lips from jaw to shoulder, then lower still—
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
Rosalind blinked and stepped back at the growl in his voice. He started to explain, then stopped. He just needed to get this conversation over with. When he’d suggested it yesterday, the offer had been rooted in guilt and curiosity. Guilt for the way he’d treated her not just the past few days, but the past few weeks. Curiosity about the woman who didn’t give up, who couldn’t let herself enjoy more than a few moments in a rose garden.
Who made him crave not just sex but something more. Something that carried a power he’d never experienced before.
Dangerous. Yet so tempting he couldn’t resist spending just a little bit of time with her.
Chances were these few minutes would finally relieve him of some of the attraction he felt. Take away the mystery, the anticipation, and he would be left with a beautiful woman who wasn’t a good match and, after this week, would be out of his life for good.
That was his plan. And that plan should not be unsettling him as much as it was.
“My office.”
She blinked at the command in his voice, but simply nodded. He turned and walked out. A moment later he heard her footsteps behind him. If he was going to do this, to concede to her and listen to something that threatened to rip out what was left of his heart, then it would be in the one place in this massive house he felt in control.
He gestured to a chair in front of his desk as he circled around and sat. She leaned over and handed him a thick bundle of papers in a leather folder before taking her seat.
“Your father’s estate is currently valued at approximately one billion, four hundred million dollars.”
A number Griffith had aspired to for years. To officially wield the title of billionaire. A number that, as he opened the folder and stared at the figure, stirred nothing but sorrow. Sorrow that his father had worked so hard while spending the last years of his life widowed and estranged from his only child. Sorrow that Griffith had been the reason for that estrangement.
“I have my own fortune.” He closed the folder, set it down on the desk. “I don’t need the money.”
“You have several options. You can accept the estate in its entirety. You can accept part of it. You could reject it all.”
“What happens if I reject it?”
“Then it goes to the next family member. A distant cousin living in Greece.”
He frowned. He knew the cousin she spoke of, a decade older than him with a predilection for alcohol and drugs.
He sighed.
“So I have no choice.”
She tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “May I make a suggestion?”
“I’m surprised you even asked.”
