Luke watched as Cassie stood by the door of his office, arms crossed, clearly ready to leave. “I’ll take a cab,” she said curtly, refusing to meet his gaze.
“That’s not happening,” Luke responded, his tone firm. “You’re my fake fiancée now, and as far as the investors are concerned, appearances matter. What would they think if they saw you hopping into a cab while I drove off in my Bugatti?”
Cassie scowled. “They’re not going to see me.”
Luke raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Are you willing to take that risk? I’m not.”
Cassie opened her mouth to argue, but the truth hung heavy in the air. If Luke was anything, it was stubborn and unfortunately, he was right. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she finally muttered, “Fine. Whatever.”
“Good.” Luke grabbed
