Fairytale Christmas with the Millionaire

He caught her gaze. “And the way I see it, you’re already getting paid for those projects. The money will simply shift from your profits to the employees who assume your tasks.”

“Which just took away my incentive to go to London.”

His frown returned.

“Do the deal,” she said, confident that if he really wanted her, he’d pay.

He sighed. “You don’t have me over a barrel.”

“Wouldn’t think of even considering that. I’m simply someone who knows how to hold her ground.” Her smile grew. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you like this side of me because I negotiate some very good prices for food and decorations and fancy pastries for your parties. You simply don’t appreciate that I’ve turned that skill on you.”

He rolled his eyes. Took a breath. And suddenly the ordinary guy was back. In all the years she’d done business with Hugo Harrington, he’d never been as normal, as human, as he had been today. He certainly wasn’t the romantic man in her dreams, but she could swear he had a beating heart.

He sighed and said, “All right. Three times your usual rate. Lodging in London for three.”

“And airfare.”

“And airfare.”

She extended her hand to shake his. “We have a deal.”