Chapter 26. A Toast of Gratitude

Taya's POV

Roman nodded, then immediately made a phone call to ask his men to withdraw. Only then did I let out a full sigh of relief.

I turned, picked up the dr*gged glass of wine, and handed it to Roman.

“Roman, would you like to have a drink with me?”

“Drink with you?”

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Third-Person POV

Roman raised an eyebrow. Now this… this wasn’t what he had expected from the little spitfire human. Perhaps she’d come to her senses after all.

He strode back over to her, leaning down to scent her hair above her ear. “Have you changed your mind? Are you willing to let me touch you?”

She bristled, and her body stiffened. “Beta Starke, I’ve already told you I don’t want to sleep with you. Our deal was that I would get you the project and you wouldn’t have sex with me. Are you going back on your word?”

Ah, back to "Beta Starke" now. This woman was going to give him whiplash, her demeanor shifting so quic