Twenty thousand was my bottom line.
Naomi thought even as she kept the dazzling smile plastered on her face, although her mind was going through so much calculation.
Fifty thousand dollars.
The number continued to glow in her head far more than she had could control.
When she had met Travis that morning, they'd both agreed that she should pitch in ten thousand dollars first, then at most twenty thousand dollars for the humiliation of being slapped publicly.
"He has enough to give that much," Travis had said to her.
But that was before she'd walked into this office, before she'd now seen the scale of Lucas Atkins' power and wealth.
Twenty thousand? That was clearly pocket change to a man like this.
A man that looked like he was carved from ice and money, so handsome in a way that felt so dangerous yet attractive.
So why settle for that amount when she could, in fact, get more soon enough?
