Page 42 of Pervade London
With a pivot, I straightened and faced the man who was now standing imperiously in the center of our room. He was taller than I remembered, or maybe it was his threatening stance or the fact I was here alone with him.
His expensive suit appeared to be melded over his toned physique. James’ gorgeous features and playfully ruffled short hair would make one think he meant no harm. His bright chestnut gaze burned through me with a profound intensity.
My heart hammered. “What do you want?”
“To talk.” He scanned the room, noting our suitcases, and then his stare found me again.
He’d been waiting for Xander to leave.I just knew it.
“There’s no easy way for me to say this, Em. Your life is about to change. I need you to face it with grace.”
“How do you mean?” I drew in a sharp breath.
“You’ll meet someone new.”
“Get out.”
“I’m here to protect Xander.” He gave me an amused look. “That name does suit him.”
“What are you talking about?” Exasperated, I didn’t give him a chance to reply. “I was there, remember? In The Savoy when you two talked. He doesn’t like you.”
“Did he say that?”
“Not in so many words.
“You’re out of your depth, Em, and you’ll soon be part of Xander’s past. Accept your fate and leave.”
“We’re getting married.” I watched his reaction as he studied my diamond ring.
“Your engagement is over.”
“You don’t get to say—”
“Rest assured you’ll be well taken care of.”
The audacity of the man!“You can’t get rid of me, James.”
“Hmm.” He paused. “Your audition’s tomorrow, right?”
I gave him a hate-filled glare.
His eyes crinkled into a smile. “With one phone call—”
“How dare you sabotage my career.”
“Actually, you didn’t let me finish. With one call I can ensure you’ll have a place in the London Symphony Orchestra.”
“I don’t want your help, and Xander wants nothing to do with you. He loves me and he’s never going back to you.”
“It’s useless to challenge me. The decision’s been made.”
“I’ll call the police.”
The look on his face made a shiver run up my spine. “That would make things more unpleasant for you.”
“Not from where I’m standing.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m trying to be your friend here, Em.”
