OliseThe silence that followed my question was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Vincent stared at me, his dark eyes unblinking, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line. For a second, I thought I’d pushed him too far.Then, he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his chest. The dangerous flare in his eyes was instantly masked by a cold, business-like detachment."Since you’re going to be staying under my roof for the foreseeable future, Olise, we need to establish some boundaries," he said, his voice smooth and empty of the heat from a moment ago. "I run a quiet household, and I intend to keep it that way. If you want to live here, you will abide by three simple rules."He raised three fingers, ticking them off one by one with agonizing precision: * No wild parties. This is a place of business and rest, not a nightclub. * No strangers in the house. I value my privacy and security. Anyone who enters this home must be cleared by me first. * My private home office is
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