Page 8 of Bottles & Blades
He puts the truck into park, and I don’t miss the approval in his eyes. “That’s because I don’t just own Oak Ridge.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
“I’m the CEO of Titan Capital.”
Now my eyes go wide again.
Titan Capital is…
Big.
Likebigbig.
A conglomeration of finance and tech companies who are worth…
Well, I’m not sure how many zeroes come after that first comma, but it’s billions.
And this man, who’s worried about $23.26, is the CEO?
What the heck?
“You’ve heard of it, then?” he asks.
I nod mutely then watch as his mouth kicks up, and he extends his hand over the console.
I stare at it, not sure what he wants.
Then his warm, rough fingers wrap around mine. “I’m Jean-Michel.”
The way he says it, the soft French accent wrapping around the vowels, is…well, it’s freakinghot.So hot that butterflies in my stomach take flight and I feel my pulse skipping through my veins.
He lifts a brow.
“What?” I ask quietly.
“What’s your name, baby?”
I blink. “Why?”
His mouth curves. “So I can write you your check.”
Another flicker of disappointment in my belly, but I manage to not be a total idiot when I say, “Tiffany.”
He squeezes my hand lightly. “Nice to meet you, Tiffany?—”
“My friends call me Tiff,” I blurt.
“Tiff,” he corrects, finishing the shake then releasing my hand, pulling out the checkbook his assistant brought down for him. “Tiff what?” he asks after uncapping his pen.
“Um, Hernandez,” I murmur.
A nod, his gaze focused on the check, and I press my lips together, part of me hoping that I’ll get another glimpse of those startling blue eyes, the rest of me pushing down the itch to yank at the handle and go back to my car, my quiet life.
I just…
Can’t quite make myself.
Plus, he all but kidnapped me to pay me back, he’s not going to let me go this close to the finish line.
