Chapter Twenty

“What all did he say to you?” Jameson quietly asks.

“Basically, that he picked the wrong sister as another partner in crime. And he thinks Ria’s my younger sister—it’s the opposite. Not that that matters.”

“He wants more money from you.”

I’m aghast. Not over the obvious conclusion Jameson has drawn, but over the asshole actually considering I’d take out a second loan or otherwise utilize what resources I’d relied on this time around—and hand over additional cash to him. Surely, that’s what his confrontation was all about.

“Did he say anything else?” Jameson prompts in his low, rich timbre. The sound is so sinfully delicious, it oozes down my spine like molten honey, inciting a sensual shiver and causing my breath to catch.

It would be wise of me to inch away from him. Not stand so close that I can smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating from his skin. His head is bent to mine, keeping our conversation between us, though the elevator operator/security guard is ultra-discreet and