Page 6 of Starving for Her

“Let’s ignore it!” I mouth. She smiles and we both creep back into the living room. The knock comes again.

“Miss Layla?” a man’s voice calls from outside. “Miss Layla, I’ve been sent here by James Russell. Can you open the door, please?”

Gina’s eyes almost bug out of her head and my heart skips a beat. What the Hell? Did James really have someone follow me? How else would he know where I live?

“Go away!” I shout. “I’m not interested—”

But I can’t finish my sentence before Gina is behind me, clapping a hand over my mouth to shut me up.

“Shhh!” she hisses. “He wants you bad! Take. The. Job! You can ask for whatever you want! Do you wanna be rich or do you want to be proud and broke?”

I squirm out of her grip, huffing and puffing, and glance back at the door. Maybe she’s right; maybe I should swallow my pride and take the job. So what if he kissed me? That doesn’t mean I have to actually do anything with him.

And I won’t!

I turn back to Gina. “Fine. But you’re coming with me.”

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