The Arrogant CEO
He’s settling, finally.
“Xander is right,” Nikki says as she walks into the kitchen, licking her fingers.
I chuckled, “And how would you know that?”
“Charles and I have known each other for years, we met at a Paris fashion week.”
Of course, fashion.
“When were you going to tell me this?” I ask.
Nikki folded her arms and tilted her head, “When were you going to ask?”
I glare at her, “Fair enough.”
“So, what do you have planned for the proposal?” Nikki asks, standing between my legs, her elbows digging into my thighs.