Kayla
Nicholas ground his teeth so hard I thought his jaw might snap beneath the pressure.
“Seriously? You want me to beg for your help?”
I nodded, fighting the smirk that was threatening to creep onto my face. “Dead serious,” I replied coolly. “I want to see you on your knees before I consider doing anything nice for you.”
“Why?”
I shrugged. “Because you’ve pretty much been nothing but a pain in the ass since we met and I need to know that you’re serious about wanting my help.”
The incredulous look he shot me was worth every ounce of the annoyance he had caused over the past few days. His amber eyes widened as if I had just demanded he hand over his title and his pride along with it.
He squared his shoulders, his entire stance bristling with indignation, and
