Page 37 of Flipping His Script
Regardless, I didn't like the idea of being tricked.
Across from me, Flynn said, "Just answer the question."
I was so lost in thought that I wasn't quite sure what he meant. "What question?"
"Let's say you stay in that apartment of yours, how do you see it playing out?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "I guess the way it's always played out."
"You got security there?"
"What do you mean?"
"Security," he repeated. "Alarm system? Armed guards? Anything like that?"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please, like I'd need it."
Flynn's only reply was a long, cold look.
As the silence stretched out between us, I considered the situation at-hand. Right now, I was a total nobody. I wasn't rich, famous, or even remotely interesting to anyone beyond my own circle. During the last couple of years, even Gordon's criminal activity had become old news.
But if I were dating someone like Flynn Archer? Well, that would change everything, wouldn't it? I sure as heck wouldn’t be anonymous anymore.
Thinking out loud, I said, "So you want me to move in for my own safety? Is that it?"
"No. But that's the reason you'll do it."
I muttered, "Well, that's nice."
"If you want nice," he said, "you've got the wrong guy."
That wasn'tquitetrue. At the restaurant, he'd been nice to Betsy and Michael. But of course, he didn't hatethemlike he hated me.
Into my silence, he said, "Look, you're gonna be getting a lot of attention. Some of it won't be the fun kind. If you're here, you'll be spared the worst of it." His voice hardened. "But no, that's not the reason you'll be staying."
"Actually, I won't be staying at all, just like I told you."
"You will if you wanna get paid."
My jaw dropped. "But you can't do that. It's changing the rules."
Unmoved, he said, "The place you live in, it's a shithole. You know that, right?"
As if I could forget.
"And," he continued, "no one's gonna be buying what we're selling if we're not sleeping in the same house."
"Yeah, well maybe I'm old-fashioned."
Regardless of what Flynn might think, this was actually true. While I wasn't a virgin, I also wasn't the kind of girl who'd move in on the first date, even if the guywasrich and famous.
He replied, "Old-fashioned or not, they won't buy the story if you're living in a dump."
I gave him a thin smile. "I thought you said it was a shithole."
"Same difference."
I made a point of eying him up and down. Even in casual clothes, he looked insanely wealthy. Maybe it was the house, or the way he held himself. Either way, it was beyond obvious thathedidn't belong in a dumpy little apartment – or with any girl who'd call such a place home.
