ntimidating aloofness that chilled her to the bone. She clung to her determination, fighting to maintain her composure. 'It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr .' His stern expression and sha

y time coming here. But he didn't answer. He did not comfort or encourage her. There is no hope at all. He just looked at her and behind her, up in the tree, came a shrill groan, followed by maniacal laughter. Susan turned her head and squinted at the dense forest around them. Once the helicopter was gone, she suddenly became aware of the constant background noise surrounding them. Jungle sounds. Cry, cry, cry, cry, and cry. It was as if the whole forest was alive. "It looks like someone is being murdered over there." With a smile in her eyes, she turned towards him, looking to establish an emotional connection, and stumbled at the first obstacle. No connection. There was no smile in return. And it's impossible to know what he's thinking because his face doesn't reveal any thoughts. "Are you afraid of the forest, Miss Grey?" » His tone was not encouraging. "Or is there something else worrying you? » Something else? Like her whole life was about to turn to dust, maybe, or was she alone in the rainforest with a man who clearly didn't like humans at all? There were so many things that worried her that she didn't know where to begin her list, but he wasn't exactly a man who enjoyed confiding, so Susan pushed away the mental images of jaguars and snakes. and two thousand wild animals. insect. "I do not worry..." "Really? » He looked at her for a moment then narrowed his eyes. "Then let me give you more advice on how to do business with me. Don't waste my time, don't lie to me, and above all, don't cheat. These are definitely three things that annoy me, and I never say yes to anything when I'm cranky. What do women see in him? H