Chapter 57 Two Can Play This Game

Alicia Davenport I hated this. Hated that I had to play along with Nicholas’s little game just to secure this deal. Hated that I was letting him have the upper hand. But most of all, I hated the fact that I didn’t have any other choice. As I stared across the table at Nicholas, watching his smug expression as he sipped his wine, I silently hoped that whatever he had planned wasn’t going to be something utterly stupid. Knowing him, though, that was probably wishful thinking. “Alright,” I said through gritted teeth. “One dinner. No cameras. No business talk. Just us.” Nicholas leaned back, looking far too pleased with himself. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I shot him a glare. “Don’t push your luck.” He only smirked in response. The rest of the dinner was surprisingly tolerable—mostly because I kept steering the conversation away from anything personal. Nicholas, however, had other ideas. “So, tell me,” he mused, twirling the stem of his glass between his fingers. “Why ar