Page 61 of Flipping His Script
Chapter 24
Anna
And just like that, so many pieces clicked into place – his insistence on eating at the same stupid restaurant where I'd been waitressing, his lack of civility while we waited for our food, and cripes, even the fact that he'd seated himself wherehecould see the door, but I couldn’t.
I should've known.
This was a total setup.
I leaned across the table and whispered, "She's right, you know. Youarea bastard. You know that?"
With cool deliberation, he leaned forward and said in a barely audible voice, "Yeah, but I'm still your employer, so play along." His mouth tightened. "Or else."
"Or else what?"
"You're smart. You'll figure it out."
Oh, sonowhe thought I was smart?
What a jerk.
And in spite of what he might think, Iwassmart, or at least smart enough to know a threat when I heard it. Obviously, he was talking about the money. If I didn't play my part, he wouldn’t pay up.
But I'd known that already, hadn't I?
Unless he was threatening me with something else?
Unfortunately, I had no time to think, because just then, Felicity appeared beside our table and yelled, "Hey! Didn't you hear me?"
Flynn looked up. "Hell, everyone heard you."
About this, he was right. I glanced nervously around. At every single table, cell phones were out, recording the whole sordid scene. And of course, Felicity looked every inch the movie star, even in distressed jeans and a little black tank top.
Desperate to dial it down a notch, I gave her a nervous smile. "We're just having lunch. Maybe you'd like to join us?"
Her eyes narrowed. "No."
"Oh." My smile faltered. "Well, um, I'm sorry to hear that."
"You'll be even sorrier if you don't leave, likenow."
I stared stupidly up at her. "Leave?"
"That's right." She pointed to my side of the booth. "You're inmyseat."
Unsure what to do, I looked to Flynn. For someone who'd just stirred up a whole boatload of trouble, he looked oddly unconcerned.
Through gritted teeth, I said, "So you invitedherhere, too?"
Felicity said, "Hey! Towngirl! I'm standing right here."
I felt my fingers clench.Towngirl? Seriously?I'd had just about enough. I glared up at her. "Yeah, so?"
"So, it's pretty rude of you to talk about me like I'm not even here."
"Yeah, well, it's pretty rude ofyouto show up and tell me to leave when I was here first."
"Not when you're dining withmyboyfriend."
