Her showing up last night might've already left a psychological scar on him—how could she possibly accept that many shares? Afraid he'd actually ask his lawyer to draft the transfer agreement, she quickly waved it off. “James, you really don’t have to compensate me. All those shares, you earned them with your own hard work. I can’t take them.” Worried he might still feel pressured, she lightly bit her lip and added, “Besides, I really didn’t get the short end of the stick last night. You… actually have a great body, and you’re really good-looking too. If I went to a club and tried to book a gigolo like you, it would cost a fortune—assuming I could even find someone of your quality. So technically, I’m the one who got a deal. You really don’t have to feel bad.” For some reason, James didn’t like the thought of her going to a club to hire a gigolo. But after the initial jolt of irritation, he quickly realized she was just saying that to take the pressure off him. She was too decent to actually do something like that, especially when she already had someone