Page 30 of Christmas with the Mafia
He sighs, leaning back against the heated leather seat that, I’m not going to lie, feels amazing against the icy chill of winter.
“And rich.” I state the obvious.
“Very.”
I am itching to ask for an interview for my followers, but as my phone has died, this is not the right time, so I turn my attention back to the contract.
“So, tell me what you need me to do. I suppose I should have asked before I signed on the dotted line, but, hell, lesson learned.”
He heaves a deep breath. “Regina, you have a lot to learn about business. I will make certain to educate you.”
“Sounds boring.”
I gaze out at the passing buildings, noting the people scurrying along to work, their coats pulled tight against the cold.
“But I thought you were a businesswoman.”
“I am, but my business isn’t boring; it’s fun.”
He falls silent as I gaze out of the window, still on a high from last night and then it strikes me that he hasn’t asked me for directions and we are heading in the right way to my apartment in the less affluent part of town.
“How do you know where I live?”
“You are careless with your personal information.”
“I didn’t give you any.”
I stare at him in shock.
“You told me the name of your business; that was enough.”
“How?”
If anything, I’m fascinated, and his amused smirk reveals he’s a man who enjoys proving he’s better than them.
“You registered your address in the small print of your website, rather than acquiring a PO box like most intelligent business owners would. Anyone could turn up at your door unannounced, and given the fact you probably don’t possess adequate security, you could be in danger from any crazy person out there.”
“Oh my God, I never thought of that.”
My eyes widen in horror because he’s right. I did post my address on the website.
“I will never sleep safely in my bed again.”
He chuckles softly. “Then it’s a good job you’ll besleeping in mine. I have impenetrable security, as you pointed out.”
“I guess.“ I smile and then his words register. “Wait—what! Where did you say I was sleeping?”
I am half hoping I misheard and the other half hoping I heard right.
“You’ll be sleeping in my bed.”
He raises an amused brow and I gasp, “As in the spare one in your um, family’s house for um, two nights?”
He merely shrugs and turns his attention to the several messages that are flashing up constantly on his phone, effectively shutting the conversation down.
I lean back in my seat, a thousand things swirling around my mind along with the enormity of what I agreed to last night and signed in ink this morning. I am spending Christmas with a hot stranger and his family, and I wasn’t even drunk at the time. What self-respecting sane woman does that without knowing all the facts? I should be certified, but then again, he is the most attractive man I’ve ever met, and well, the way he rescued me from the red carpet earned him a million bonus points.
There is something so addictively gorgeous about this man, and as opportunities go, I would have kicked myself if I had let this one slip past me.
