Catherine felt every nerve in her body recoil as Dorian's hand moved toward her face.
The reaction was immediate and instinctive. For a brief moment, she was tempted to knock his hand away before he could touch her. The urge was so strong that her fingers twitched against her lap. But she forced herself to remain still.
That would be satisfying. It would also be foolish.
Dorian Blackwood was not a man who accepted rejection gracefully, and provoking him while trapped inside a sealed vehicle was not a risk worth taking.
Instead, she chose a different weapon.
Distraction.
"I heard you hired Ashley Renfield and Jonathan Vale," she said. "The same two people who stole my research."
The effect was exactly what she had anticipated. Dorian's hand paused before reaching her. Not dramatically. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But Catherine noticed.
She always did.
