"Mr. Rassi—"
"You've stalked me for weeks, and now you're suddenly rejecting me?"
"I didn't…stalk you, though."
"I beg to differ."
Glyn's chest pounded. She'd put a lot of effort into this, but crap, this man was irritating. She couldn't even begin to comprehend how Diana handled him all this time.
"I have to work, Mr. Rassi."
"You know, I could get you fired in a heartbeat if you don't do as I say. Think of this as a small payment stalking me relentlessly."
"I didn't stalk you—"
"Besides, if you really want me, my wife shouldn't be a problem, should she? It's not like you didn't know I was married before hitting on me."
Diana was quietly watching them.
She briefly crossed eyes with Glyn, and her gaze was…apologetic.
Apologetic for what? It's not as if she was bothered by what Stefanos was doing. This wasn't the first time he'd pulled a stunt like this. If only Glyn knew he'd done far worse—sleeping around in her own house. Her own bedroom.
