His Ballerina Bride. Teri Wilson

meeting?” She swallowed. It would have been an offer too good to be true, if it were possible. Thank God it wasn’t. “And how are you going to arrange such a meeting, now that you no longer work at Drake Diamonds?”

      “I’m a Drake, remember?” As if she could forget. “And there’s been a change of plans. I do, in fact, still work there.”

      “Oh,” she said, stunned. “I don’t understand.”

      He offered no explanation, just handed her the kitten.

      She held out her arms without thinking. What was happening? She hadn’t agreed to his ludicrous proposition, had she? “Wait. If you didn’t resign, what does that mean, exactly?”

      “It means I’m still your boss.” He turned on his heel and brushed past her toward the kennels. He was leaving, just like that? He paused with his hand on the door. “Take that cat home with you, Miss Rose. I trust I’ll see you tomorrow in my office?”

      She couldn’t let him manipulate her like this. At best, it was unprofessional. At worst...well, she didn’t even want to contemplate the worst-case scenario. She could not take the kitten, no matter how much she wanted to. Even temporarily. She couldn’t be Artem Drake’s cat sitter. She absolutely couldn’t.

      He stood there staring at her with his penetrating gaze, as if they were engaged in some sort of sexy staring contest.

      One that Ophelia had no chance of winning.

      “Fine.”