You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 181

Her jaw unhinged a fraction; a comma hung between us.

"f you back out, you're admitting you know I can do it."

Her lips moved without sound, as if the words were shy. She didn't even know how to handle conversations like this.

"Okay," she whispered in the end, under her breath.

It was reckless. I hadn't read for pleasure in too long. I didn't even know how I ended up in this conversation with Rali. Simply because I wanted to keep hearing her talk, I'd agreed to a life sentence.

"I'll just get some baskets to put the books."

Her eyes brushed mine—half a heartbeat, less than a second—and still it did something unreal to my system, like a switch flipped under my ribs.

"Your colleagues."

She stopped, facing me again.

"How much have they sold?"

Her brows knit. "Um... The highest is ninety."

I nodded once. "Can I get a hundred and eighty books, then?"

Confusion returned to her eyes, loosening her jaw.

"I'm—I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm trying to help with the task."

Fear crept into her eyes. Fuck, what did I do? Why was she afraid?

Alarms went off in my head.

"There are people I'd sell them to," I added quickly. "I'd actually be making a profit."

That seemed to do the trick. The fear in her eyes unspooled into something safer.

"A—Are you sure you'll be able to sell them? You'll be spending a lot of money, you know?"

Funny. I could buy the entire bookstore and my accountant wouldn't bother sending a text.

"This is business to me. There's nothing to worry about."

Her eyes twinkled. For the first time since I walked in, I saw genuine happiness in her.

"T—Thank you. So much." She dipped her head.

Happily, she went off to get the baskets. While she packed my order, my hands kept itching to gather her hair and inhale. It may not smell like bubblegum, but I'd take whatever it offered.

A while later, the boot of my car swallowed bag after bag. Her colleagues who had helped carry some bags stood behind while I said my goodbyes to my favorite sales rep.

"Thank you so much, sir. This means a lot." That was the fourth time she was thanking me.

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