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“I, of course, didn’t know the nature of your business, but I thought I could be helpful, so I offered to work the debt off,” I said.
“And what skills did you have for that?” Armen asked.
“None, but I’ve learned. And I’m sixty-five percent done paying off the debt. Though the interest keeps accruing,” I said.
Armen lifted a thick, bushy brow, the darkness of it a stark contrast to the white of his hair. “You were leaving my son’s apartment this morning. How much will last night take off?”
I glared at him, then thought better of it and looked away.
Took a sip of water.
“Any personal interactions between Elias and me are none of your concern or a concern of the Petrosyan family business,” I said.
Which was probably the exact wrong thing to say if the tightness around Armen’s mouth meant anything.
“Everything about my sons is my concern, and if you are trying to fuck your way out of debt, that is my business,” he said.
“Well, Mr. Petrosyan, I can assure you that you don’t have to be concerned about that. I’m not for sale, and what my father owes will be repaid,” I said.
He let a soft smile spread across his face, though his eyes still looked like shards of black ice. “I’ve offended you, sirts,” he said.
“You suggested I could be paid for. Shouldn’t I be offended?” I said.
“Everyone can be paid for, Kayla,” he said.
“Not me,” I responded, meeting his gaze.
Narek shuffled his feet, and I looked away at the noise.
Realized that maybe Narek was being more helpful than I had given him credit for.
Because I was letting my ego get the better of my good sense.
There was no reason to engage with Armen, no reason to try to prove anything to him.
What I needed to do was get out of here, and getting into a tit-for-tat with him wasn’t going to make that happen.
“I guess we’ll see about that,” he said a moment later.
“Okay,” I said, realizing too late that I might sound condescending, though he didn’t seem to mind.
“Tell me about this Todd,” he said, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee.
Armen was on a fucking roll today.
But I remembered that getting out of here was the goal, that answering his questions was the only way to achieve that, and, most importantly, that I had nothing to hide.
“He’s an old family friend, and he works for my father,” I said.
“You were engaged to marry him,” Armen said.
“A long time ago,” I said.
“If it was a long time ago, why were you having dinner with him? Are you fucking him and my son at the same time?” he asked, his tone no different than it would have been if he were asking about the weather.
But I didn’t take the bait.
“As I said, Todd is an old family friend. And he still works with my father,” I answered, proud of how I managed to speak without sounding defensive.
