Page 48 of Positively Pricked
"You wouldn’t."
I was still smiling. "I would."
And I did. After the woman scurried over, I gave her a warm welcome and said, "Have you met Zane Bennington?" I flicked my head in his direction. "He's a gazillionaire, you know."
The woman sidled closer to Zane and gave a little shimmy of excitement. "Oh, I know," she gushed, batting her eyelashes up at him.
"And he's single," I helpfully added.
The woman gave a little squeal of excitement. "I know!" She turned to Zane. "I justloveyour hotels. They're soooooo luxurious." She leaned toward him. "I'd justlovea private tour." Her eyes brightened. "And you know what? I've never been to Paris, but I'd justloveto go sometime."
I gave a happy sigh. "Oh, well, I'd better get going." And then, true to my word, I swooped up my keys, got into my car, fired up the engine, and pulled away, leaving Zane staring after me.
As for the woman, she paid me no attention at all. Instead, she kept her gaze firmly on the so-called gazillionaire, even as he ignored whatever she was saying.
I pulled my car up to the exit gate and said a silent prayer that the gate would slide open automatically, which, thank heaven, it did.
And, then, I was on my way.
As for the guard, I spotted him maybe a mile up the road, lugging that same brown backpack and yelling into his cell phone. Oh, sure, I couldn’t hear him over the sounds of my rattletrap of a car, but his contorted face told me all I needed to know.
Whoever he was talking to was a getting an earful.
I was just glad it wasn't me.
Funny to think, I'd just had one of the crappiest days of my life, and yet, I couldn’t help but smile. Revenge – who cared about serving it cold, when you could dish it up, nice and hot, thanks to a rabid fangirl and her merlot-swilling sidekick.
I gave it some thought. Maybe the guard wasn't so much a sidekick as an accomplice. I considered what Zane had said, about getting an unwanted visitor at his house. He couldn’t have meant the brunette, because from what I'd seen, their first actual meeting had been the one I'd initiated.
Had there been another girl? Before that one? And what was the guard doing, anyway? Trading access for blow-jobs?
I decided not to think about it.
I was just glad to see Zane inconvenienced, even if only a little. The bastard had it coming, and a whole lot more besides.
The only upside was that I'd never have to see him again – or so I thought.
Turns out, I saw him just an hour later. But at leastthistime, it wasn't in person.
