You know. The old-fashioned way.”
His words made no sense. “You’re suggesting I try to get clients to fall in love with me before signing a contract?”
“Clients? No offense, Erin, but calling them clients makes you sound like a hooker.”
Erin opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She tried again and managed a squeak. “A what?”
“You’re marrying a man for his money.”
“I’m not marrying anybody.”
“Excuse me. My mistake. You’re signing a ‘diamond contract.’”
Erin stopped.
She squinted.
She sifted through the conversation.
“Uh, Striker?”
“What?”
“What is it you think I’m doing here?”
He raked a hand through his shaggy hair. “Trying to get Allan Baldwin to marry you.”
Erin let her chin drop down to her chest. She covered her eyes with her palm and shook her head. “Oh, boy.”
“What?” Striker sounded puzzled.
She peeked up at him. “I’m trying to get Allan to sell me diamonds, not give me diamonds.”
Striker’s brow creased. “Sell them to you how?”
An astounded smile tried to force its way from between her lips. “I’m a wholesale buyer for Elle Jewelers. You may have heard that Allan Baldwin owns a diamond mine.”
Striker blinked once. “You’re a diamond buyer?”
She nodded.
He blinked again. “Oh, well…In that case…I guess my estimation of your character just went up a notch.”
“Why, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“So, what exactly is one notch up from a hooker?”
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