The Art of Revenge
If it were anyone else, Poppy would have snapped back, but with Xavier, who even Clint was wary of, she held her tongue.
Seeing her face fall, Xavier was pleased with himself. He waved his hand. "I’m not unreasonable. If you’re really in a tight spot, just agree to one small condition of mine, and we’ll forget about today’s matter. What do you think?"
Such a good deal?! Tens of thousands, and she could walk away without paying a cent!
Poppy’s eyes lit up. Without thinking, she agreed. "Okay! What’s your condition, Mr. Blaze?"
"It’s simple!" Xavier grinned. "I have a friend who’s been ill lately and keeps wanting to slap pretty women. If you let her slap you, we’ll call it even."