Emma woke to the sound of her bedroom door slamming open.
Oliver stood in the doorway, already dressed in a sharp navy suit, his expression cold.
"Get dressed. We're going shopping."
Emma blinked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What?"
"You heard me," Oliver snapped. "Shelby wants to go, and after that damn news article, I can't be seen alone with her. So you're coming."
Emma sat up, the silk sheets pooling around her waist. This man had nerves.
"No." She barked.
Oliver's jaw tightened. "This isn't a request."
Emma scoffed, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "And since when do I care what you demand? Besides, the contract just says about keeping grandpa happy."
Oliver stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You care about your mother's
