CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Throughout the flight in Enrique's private jet back to New York, Grace didn't speak to him except he asked her a question.

"Ms Jones," he called when they arrived at the airport and got into the car waiting for them.

She turned in her seat to look at him. He was of course, immaculately dressed in a charcoal black business suit with his jet-black hair styled just perfectly atop his head.

Enrique looked so intimidating with the cold stare in his hazel green eyes. Grace replied, "yes Sir?"

"Whatever happened between us in my suite should stay between us. I wouldn't hesitate to have you fired and ensure that you never secure a job elsewhere if an article about us is published," he threatened.

"Don't you think you should be apologizing for sexually harassing me like that, Sir? You kissed me without my consent and you're making it seem like I had you set up. I won't be foolish enough to post anything about us, because contrary to what you might think, I have a boyfriend," Grace bragged.

She