The bar was nice, and it was close to the Asian Art Museum, where she worked. Most of all, it was public and neutral, so she should have fewer qualms about meeting him there.Whether she’d show up or not was the question.He flexed his fingers, sore from the punching bag he’d beaten up that morning. He’d needed the workout after the phone call from his lawyer. The first draft of the contract he’d received for his smoothie line wasn’t in his favor in any way, but it was a negotiation.Just like this thing with Josephine Belle was. Only she was touchier than the businessman he was dealing with, so he had to tread carefully. He didn’t want to push her—at least not too much.Nicole would argue that sending the corset was “pushing.” He disagreed. It was setting up the game, which he intended on winning. He could see Nicole shaking her head, but he had to make a bold move. Sending a woman who didn’t know him a scarlet red corset and panties was pretty bold.How had she received the package?
