Page 36 of Blackmailing the Bad Girl

She took it through and handed it to Nik, who was seated behind his desk. She made to turn and leave but stopped as Nik held up his hand.

“Just wait a minute. I might want you to make some changes.”

Harry stood by the window and she shifted from foot to foot, trying to pretend he wasn’t scrutinizing her.

“So, I’m guessing you learned all sorts of useful things in prison,” he said, standing with his hands in his pockets, that pompous, superior smile on his face. “Safecracking, lock picking…?”

Actually, Regan was a jewel thief, albeit a reformed one, and had taught Summer about both—in theory, anyway. Hey, they had to entertain themselves somehow. There wasn’t a whole lot to do in prison. But obviously, there was no way she was going to use her newfound skills. On the other hand, Darcy had taught her something else entirely. Something she’d never envisaged using, but now saw the perfect opportunity. She cast a sideways glance at Nik. He still sat in his chair, but had stopped reading the report and was watching the two of them as though they were misbehaving children.

She walked toward Harry slowly. She would have only one chance at this, and she wanted it so badly, it was like a pain in her chest. He’d niggled her one too many times. She gave him her best sweet smile. “You want me to show you what I learned?”

He shrugged. “Go ahead.”

She stopped in front of him.

“Well?” he said.

And she whirled around and kicked out, hitting him smack in the center of his chest. Perfect. Shock flared across his face as he toppled backward and crashed to the floor.

Harry lay on his back staring up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Would you like me to show you some more?”

He came up on his elbows and looked at her. She couldn’t quite read what was in his eyes, but the boredom was gone. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

“Did you know that Summer’s ex-cellmate was a contender for the world MMA championships?” Nik said. His lips twitched. “I’m guessing not.”

He must have had Darcy investigated. Perhaps he’d had everyone she was connected with investigated. She tried not to worry. “Darcy believes that every woman should be able to protect herself,” Summer said. “She reckons there are a lot of dickheads out there who would definitely benefit from being knocked on their asses occasionally.”

Harry picked himself up and brushed himself down. “You needn’t look so amused,” he said to Nik. “I’m guessing I’m not the only dickhead around here.”

“You want to knock me on my ass, Summer?”

Oh, yeah.

She’d like to swipe his legs out from under him, knock him flat on his back and then…

There she was again. Off into fantasyland.

She sniffed. “Of course not.”

“This is okay,” he said, waving the report. “You can go.”

Thank the Lord.

She headed back to her desk and continued with her work, setting up meetings with various heads of departments. She got to the last entry on his list, only it wasn’t a business meeting.Confirm date with Giselle Savant tomorrow night, book table at Dino’s for eight o’clock.

He was getting her to make his dates for him. She recognized the name. The woman was a supermodel. Tall and thin and gorgeous and everything Summer wasn’t. And she’d phoned Nik that night at Summer’s apartment. This was obviously not a first date.

It really shouldn’t matter.

But it did.

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