Ms. Rossi's hand gently but deliberately brushed the front of Ethan's pants. Her eyes met his, and the subtext of the conversation was no longer about interest rates.
Ethan met her gaze, his eyes burning with desire and calculation. "I love your commission structure and your enthusiasm to work for me, Ms. Rossi, but I have one final question," Ethan said, his voice low and serious. "If I wanted you to be my exclusive agent, working only for me and not for the bank—is that possible?"
Ms. Rossi blinked, her hand freezing momentarily on his thigh. "Mr. Blake," she replied, her voice filled with feigned surprise, though her eyes betrayed a hungry excitement. "I'm flattered, truly honored. But I don't understand why you would want something so… restrictive."
