Page 26 of Nothing to the Wedding
She fished around in her purse for the vibrating device.
“Not many of those women will have the chance to fall for a billionaire playboy.”He exhaled.“Tell me, what’s the biggest thing Zairn’s ever given you?”
“A lady shouldn’t kiss and tell.”Snatching out her phone, she answered and put it to her ear.“Yes, it’s charged.Astounding.Miracles do happen.Hold on, I’m with the LA Lurker.”
The guy on the other end of the line hadn’t even said a word before she let her phone hand fall to her side.LA Lurker wasn’t exactly fair.Reeve Crosby didn’t lurk like the guy in Chicago, he was more of a bam, in your face kind of lurker.
“Is that him?Zairn?”Crosby asked.“On the phone?”
“I haven’t let them speak yet, so I have no idea.”Just because it was Zairn’s number didn’t mean it was him on the line.“What is it you want, Mr.Crosby?”
“Would he ever say no to you?Has he ever said no?What does he do to keep you happy?Why stick by him when all the womanizing stuff comes out?You know it’s going to get worse, that as long as you’re with him there will always be other women.Do you like it?Do you get to make demands and he delivers to keep you quiet?Shit, the things you must know about him.”
Way more than this guy could imagine.None of it related to womanizing.
“Are you going for a record?Most questions in a row.Have you noticed I haven’t answered any of them?”
“Give me something, Roxie… I can help.”
“You have your quote.”
“I want to support you, to champion you, but you don’t make it easy.”
“We each have our roles to play.Please get out of my way.”
“What is it you want?”he asked.“You don’t have to be so hostile.”
“I’m not the one standing between you and the exit, Mr.Crosby.And you won’t begin to know the meaning of hostile until—”
Security invaded Reeve’s apartment.Before she’d blinked, one guy had Crosby pinned to the wall and the other plucked her off her feet to rush them out of there.
SEVEN
IN THE BACK of her car, the jolt of it skidding from the curb came almost before the door closed.
“Roxanna.”
Oh, his voice, the phone.
She raised it fast.“Aren’t you a drama queen, Mr.Lomond?Talk about dramatic exit.”
“Lo—”
“I’m okay.”
“You won’t be when I’m done with you,” he said.“Where’s your panic button?”
“It’s in my purse—I’m fine.”
“What the hell were you doing in there alone?”
“I’m alone with people all the time—”
“Damnit, Lola—”
“Hey…” she soothed.“It’s okay, Casanova, I wasn’t in danger.Crosby was being a prick, not threatening me.”What was the best way to calm her guy down?“It’s hot that you’re worried about me, Scroogey.”
“Didn’t know I had to prove I would be.”
