THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL
“The password is 3132.”
Renata swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
Dominic turned toward the door. “I’ll be going now.”
“Wait—sir!” Renata called out quickly, her voice trembling. “About the money…”
He paused, raising an eyebrow before walking back toward her. “Ah, right. I nearly forgot.” He stopped close—too close—and she caught the sharp scent of his cologne. “How much do you need?”
Renata lowered her gaze, fingers twisting together. “Just… twenty million to start with, sir. My sister’s therapy begins this week.”