nk she was a minor. She had radiated that innocence but not like a minor or so he thought. Was he seeing things? Was it the situation he had found her in? Or was it a combination of bot

hosen to wear a simple floral green dress that stopped just at her knee. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun. The restaurant was exquisite and she had been shown a private table area after showing them the card as instructed by the sender. The area was secluded from the rest. Roxanne didn't order anything. She waited for a few minutes but there was no sign of the said person. She took out her phone and began to text her aunt. " Hello, there. Have you been waiting long?" Roxanne recognized the rich baritone. She looked up, her blue eyes meeting his hazel greens. She was sure his face had been tattooed on her brain after the first encounter. Jaxon sat on a chair opposite her. His male scent and aura dominated everywhere. Even the air stopped around her. This man was a walking flame. "You sent the flowers?" She asked him. "Aren't you going to say hello to your boss first, Roxanne?" The name rolled out of Jaxon's tongue effortlessly. It sounded exquisite to her ears. She had never loved her name better. "Um... Hello, Sir." Roxanne stuttered as his gaze stayed fixed on her with his half smile. "Now that's better. How about we order something and talk about my proposal." He winked at her and raised his hand, motioning for a waiter. "What proposal?" Roxanne asked as she eyed him. He was wearing a sweatshirt on jeans. Even casual looked classy on him, she thought. " One that would benefit us both." He replied amidst placing orders for wine and salad. Roxanne ordered some salad too. The waiter was fast with bringing their orders. "What? You want me to be your mistress?" Roxanne couldn't believe his guts after he told her the details of his proposal. "You sound like it's the end of the world, Roxanne. It's going to be beneficial, If you can go through the papers, you'll find that the terms are negotiable." Jaxon had a smirk plastered on his face. No lady had ever refused his offer. Roxanne's blue eyes scanned the papers. "This is ridiculous, Mr Hearst, Sir. I can't live with you, I have my father to take care of. This is outrageous." Roxanne's face was turning red both from embarrassment and rage. "Like I said, the terms are negotiable. I'll be paying y