Page 20 of The Billionaire

“There are cameras everywhere, recording devices.” She whispered very slowly, causing my eyes to suddenly go wide.

“Go about your night, collect your money, then take it from me . . . do yourself a favor and never come back. Money always comes with strings, and their strings are made of iron.” She whispered quieter with sharp articulation as I looked around the room wondering where the cameras were.

“There, that looks much better.” She said in her normal voice as she stood up and turned around.

“Champagne?”

Since my buzz was already wearing off, and she freaked me out with that line out of a Stephen King novel, I was totally freaked out. And now, I was very freaked out. What had happened to her? Was she threatened in some way? Trapped? Was I in danger?

“Yes, please. I will take a glass.”

“I find that it always calms the nerves.”

Oh, yes. As I stared at myself in the red lingerie, minutes away from the red room and the red wing, there was one thing for certain—there was no calming my nerves now. No way in hell.

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