Jamie asks.
Jan shakes her head.
“Any bit of info you provide can help us subpoena the company’s executives, but we can’t use this as evidence.
Not unless you find a way to legally be in possession of this information.
But maybe you have a copy of something you’ll find on here.”
She flicks her brows at Jamie.
“Got it.”
Jamie nods.
She sends me a grateful look.
“Thank you so much for getting this.
You risked a lot.”
“I hope it yields something.”
I sure as hell don’t want to take the risk again, but I will if I have to.
It takes courage to fight against giants.
I catch the sound of someone ringing the bell at the cash register, and I jump up.
“I’ll get it.”
I hustle out to the cafe and then immediately slow my roll when I see who it is.
This is not a man I will hustle for.
Ever.
“Are you lost?”
I repeat the question I asked the first time this entitled alpha-hole came in here.
The time he stole the photo of Madi and me right off the bulletin board behind the counter and used it to get Madi fired.
Irritation-a habitual expression for this jackal-flicks over William White the third’s face.
He looks down his nose at me.
He’s not quite as tall as his best friend, Brick, but still close to six feet.
Broad-shouldered.
Dressed in a billionaire’s suit.
He’s the type of man women cream their panties over, but his rank personality spoils the look.
Instead of going behind the counter to serve him, I stroll around to the front.
His business isn’t welcome here.
As I get close, he turns to face me, his expression screwed up like I smell bad.
“What do you want?”
I demand since he still hasn’t answered my first question.
A sour look mars his otherwise beautiful face.
“We need to talk.”
Color me surprised.
I can’t imagine what he thinks we need to talk about.
Brick and Madi are happily engaged.
He doesn’t need to offer me half a million dollars to get her to see him like he did the last time he stepped in La R?sistance.
“Do we?”
I keep my voice cool.
There’s something about his large, imposing form and the force of power that emanates from him that has me wondering what it would be like to be underneath him.
Would he be rough?
Cold?
Would he want his date on top doing all the work?
Or is he the kind of guy who just pays for blowjobs to keep it completely unemotional?
I’m curious about what his type is.
When he picks a woman-and I’m sure he could pick any woman in New York-does he go for the vapid model type?
A long-legged blonde with zero brain cells and a shopping habit?
Or a blue-blooded Harvard type-smart and horse-faced with a pedigree that goes back farther than his?
“You and I are…” He trails off, and I cock my head.
I can’t wait to hear what comes next.
I can hardly believe he would start any sentence with “you and I.”
“Responsible for things.
For this wedding.
You’re the Maid of Honor, and I’m the Best Man.”
My brow furrows.
Of all the things I thought he might say, this wasn’t one of them.
He waves an impatient hand.
He has broad wrists.
I don’t know why I find them sexy.
“I don’t know what they are.
I haven’t done this before.”
“And you think I have?”
“Well, you’re-” He cuts off whatever it was he was going to say.
“A woman?”
I prompt, trying to follow his line of thinking.
“Human?”
His brows rise like he’s shocked by my second word choice.
“Someone in possession of a beating heart?
Someone who actually cares about her friends?”
He relaxes.
“Right.
That.”
He glances at the bulletin board with the photos on it, like it might hold some clue to real friendship.
“You still have my photo.”
I expect him to be dismissive, but he nods.
“I’ll bring it to you.”
“You said that last time.”
His jaw clenches.
“Listen-can I buy you a cup of coffee?
Or dinner or something?
So we can talk?”
This guy keeps shocking me.
“You want to buy me coffee or dinner or something?”
WTF?
Is he out of his mind?
“No.
We aren’t friends.
We’re not going to be friends.
I don’t know why Brick even asked you to be his best man when you’re the guy who broke them apart in the first place.”
That sour look returns to his face.
“It’s my…punishment.”
He mumbles the last word.
Laughter rockets out of my mouth.
“Your punishment?”
He looks dead serious, though.
Like Brick is actually punishing him by making him… OMG, I think he is serious!
It’s torture for him to have to do the cheesy wedding stuff.
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