Shit. This isn’t exactly going as I planned. He wasn’t supposed to be here. I was supposed to have time to set up, figure out exactly what I wanted to say, and then prep an escape route.
Too late. But there are too many people relying on me for me to back down now.
I face him, ready to light him up, and stop. I’d seen his photo on the news, in the celebrity stalking newspapers in the checkout aisle of the supermarket.
On the sign in front of my family’s apartment building, announcing his company is evicting everyone to make way for another stupid mall. He’s smiling in the picture, like he relishes the idea of kicking poor people to the curb. Like we need a new mall around here anyway … how is that more important than housing for the poor in a city where there’s already a dearth of affordable options?
I know he’s handsome, but I’m not expecting him to be breathtaking in person. Chiseled features, perfect white teeth, large brown eyes and bronze skin covering a trim body he clearly takes care of.
He’s got an intensity around him I don’t expect, either. After all, he’s portrayed by the media as a spoiled rich kid who just flashes his money or status around to get what he wants then gallivants off with an armful of models. In all his pictures, he’s wearing a smug smile, as if he knows no one will turn him down. In person, I understand why. He’s got an animal magnetism that makes it impossible for me to look away.
A man with no cares in the world doesn’t look like this. His stare is sharp, his gaze intelligent, and his stance confident. He has a light British lilt to his low, gravelly voice that gives his tone a dark, musical quality.
He’s not at all afraid of me, and I’ve got a gun. It makes me uneasy to know the incredibly sexy man is not losing his mind right now. Does he know something I don’t? Did he trigger some alarm and in sixty seconds, I’ll be on my way to prison?
I’m feeling desperate, because I am.
“I’m here to make you a deal,” I say with far more control than I feel.
“You?” His gaze sweeps over me and lingers on my breasts.
I resist the urge to cross my arms. It’ll be hard to hold a gun to his head that way.
“Your company is evicting my family and neighbors from their building. I’m here to bargain a piece of information I found out about you in exchange for them staying.”
His look grows sharper, and I know I’ve got his attention. He has secrets, or he wouldn’t be interested.
“What piece of information?” he snaps.
“We’ll get to that when we get to it,” I reply. “Do you even know what I’m talking about?”
“No. I don’t give a shit either. I evict thousands of people to make way for my pet projects.”
My mouth drops open. I’m not expecting him to be so candid or unapologetic. What kind of man is this?
“What? You hoped to appeal to my good heart?” he asks mockingly. “Good hearts don’t amass billions. I don’t care about anyone’s sob story. But blackmail, I’ll listen to. A man like me has a reputation to consider.”
“Reputation? You’re a piece of shit!” I almost yell.
“I’m not the one with a gun who broke into someone else’s house.” He tosses back the amber liquid in his drink and slams the glass down on a table. “Talk. Now.”
I’m too angry to speak.
He gives me a knowing look, one that makes me want to smack him hard, and crosses to a chair. Sitting, he folds his hands behind his head and waits, eyes never leaving mine.
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