MY FAKE LOVE AFFAIR

the driver with frustration. "We've been

going on," the security guar

lot of baseball caps. He had a very gruff exterior. I had used security a few times in the p

et him know I wasn't going to make it on time. I'd given myself an extra hour, and it w

, ho

te," I said with di

the pizza to be delivered later. I susp

don't want to

every day, it wasn't the same when I was on a different continent. "I'll be there so

ews," he said. "I don't t

I'm sorry you h

his breath told me he was no

afely. Don't you worry about

know

hope you have be

upposed to be a fancy lady dr

ne

so missed being able to be Rachel Lore, the girl who grew up

've got beer

hat sold beads. Who the hell could afford to run a store that only sold beads? As a businesswoman, I

ant. I hated being cooped up.

ut I needed air. I didn't see an

utton for the window. I lower

ch

exhaust, and what smelled lik

uch better,

o roll up the wind

on the horn. "They're comi

ic

ing up fas

guard snapped. "Your

didn't want to live up to the Billionaire Diva nickname

rom behind. They were still a

a little

aid, stating the obvious. Th

"Now we

s at least a bonus to the sit

g at a very handsome man. He

ing wheel of his Porsche. He w

rolled up to just

y afternoon, which meant Wall Street was closed. He wasn't a salesman. No way

me staring. I offered a smal

d full lips. He was clean-shav

s cut perfectly. It was short,

hy woman, I knew an expens

," the driver said. "I

dow up!" the

it was too late. Flashes wen

ded with my initial reaction t

t left me

to say about Brock's t

eeping with

ng to give him back the

e window rolled up, and I got

coming my way. I bent f

as!" the g

," the driver answered and

of a high-powered engine rev

engine was joined by the hig

re

on the brake and was creating

d around his

rsing. I saw an out. I didn't know if it was

or it!" I said to m

you talking about?"

ned the door. "Get back in

at me and grinned. "If you'r

rom my escape f

e two men in the front seat,

ustration an

heard just before

they were taking pictures. This was not going to play out well in the tabloids. I didn't

d into the passenger seat. Th

in seriou

fety 101. Not to mention, I was persona non grata in the city. He could be a Brock s

said with that

going to kil

to kill a beautifu

ecause you might want to

kin, but I kind of like my own,

n a perfectly haughty tone that seemed a l

" he asked as the

in the front seat. He was on the

hat dude i

ecurity guard." I waved

trust him to pr

want to go home. The tank they brought to take me

car," he said and started to move hi

a problem

answered.

f. He inched so close to the truck I thought for sure he was going to scratch his

going to

s move would have been impossible in the limo. If I stuck my hand out the window, I would hit one of the brick building

o a street that was less clogged.

a race car dr

ied with a laugh. "If he had just seen tha

aid with a laugh. "My poor sec

traffic for a while. They'

behind us. "I thi

es are a menace to society. Someone could

window because I wanted fresh air. My security warned me not to do it. They

m were on fo

re of me sitting in a car.

t you a celebr

was a quiet confidence about him, but he was definitely not cocky. He just seemed comfortable with h

just a girl that owns a few busine

now who I am?" I

our face aro

d you let me

at me. "I'm not

put me at ease, which I appreciated. "You might want to be careful with me," I

have to take