Ryan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked onto Amber with something between frustration and disbelief.
"What the fuck was that?" he asked, his voice sharp, irritated.
Amber tilted her head, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, her expression a mix of defiance and amusement. "Seemed like a kiss to me. You need me to spell it out?"
Ryan exhaled harshly, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "I told you," he bit out, his voice low and controlled, "I’m not interested in you like that."
Amber let out a short, humorless laugh. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that."
His jaw clenched. There was something in her tone that set him on edge. Like she knew something he didn’t. Like she was enjoying this way too much.
He stepped closer, his presence looming over her. "I don't play games. Whatever you think you're doing, drop it. This isn't—"
"Isn't what?" Amber cut him off, arching a brow. "Part of the contract? Ne
