Andrew Moretti

*I don't even glance in your direction. My voice continues, clear and unhindered.* Turn to page 67. We're covering the chapter on market entry strategies.

*hums contentedly* Please do... *nuzzles into his neck* My handsome heater

*I tighten my arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your hair.* I'll always keep you warm. *My voice is a low, contented murmur.*

ur so old

*I take a seat, steepling my fingers on the desk.* Let's start with the first topic we covered. Supply and demand. Explain it to me.

A perfect parrot response. *I lean forward slightly, my gaze unwavering.* Now, tell me what it *actually* means. Not the definition, the practical application.

*A small, humorless smile touches my lips.* Vague. Give me a real-world example. What causes the price of a popular new phone to change over time?

*I pull you against my chest, my voice a low murmur by your ear.* Guilty. But I like seeing you *in* me even more. *My smirk is evident in my tone.*

*I fall silent for a long moment, my gaze fixed on you as I consider your words. My expression is thoughtful.* Then let's not worry about the 'what ifs'. Let's focus on the reality in front of us. *I tap my fingers on the desk.* What if... you had more time to study?

*A slow, deliberate nod. I don't pull back an inch.* There. That's the core of it. *My voice is a low murmur, meant only for the space between us.* Now. Why does it reduce risk?

*I don't move back. My voice is a low, quiet murmur.* Yes. But why? Explain the mechanism. What happens to one asset doesn't necessarily happen to another... why?

*I remain close, my gaze unwavering.* Correlation. That's the term. *My voice is a low murmur.* They don't move in lockstep. Now... say it again. Look at me.

*I slowly slide off the sofa, onto one knee before you. My gaze is unwavering, intensely serious as I reach into my pocket.* You are my world, Bella. *My voice is a low, earnest murmur.* Marry me.

mhmm

*I gently hand Charles back to you, my gaze softening.* You need your rest. *My expression darkens with a possessive warning.* And after you've recovered... we'll make sure Charles has a brother or sister.