Page 30 of Breathing Wisteria
“So, how long have you been working for Flynn?” My question is graceless with no subtlety, but after I walk through my door tonight this will all be over, so I make no apologies for trying to scam as much information as I can before then.
“Four years.”
His voice is sharp and does not encourage discussion so, with a small sigh, I take the hint and focus on following him through the darkened corridor. When we finally reach the emergency exit, I take a deep breath before the door is pushed open and cross my fingers no paparazzi have made their way back here.
We step outside and I exhale gratefully when all I see is a black SUV idling by the curb, ready and waiting to get us out of here.
“This way, Miss Monroe.” Zane places a hand on my back and guides me in the direction of the car. Just as he is about to open the door, a voice calls out to us, surprising me and sending Zane’s hand diving for his belt.
“Oh, relax, Zane. It’s just me.”
I look up to see a gorgeous blonde with the most startling blue eyes. She’s tall and willowy, beautiful in a quirky way, and she looks exceedingly out of place in this dingy alleyway. Her eyes are narrowed, shrewdly appraising me and I have the uncomfortable feeling that she finds me lacking.
Zane opens the door, encouraging me into the car, but I can’t seem to pull myself away from Giselle’s scrutiny.
“You must be Wyatt Monroe.”
I try to answer, but my voice catches in my throat.
“Interesting. Not what I expected.” She tilts her head to the side, eyes wide and then flashes me a beautiful smile that transforms her entire face into something extraordinary. “Tell Flynn, he really needs to talk to his manager. I’ve made him an offer it’s in his best interest to accept.”
Before I can respond, Zane steps in front of me and gently pushes me into the car. We’re in motion before I can react and, as we head in the direction of my apartment, all I’m left with are Giselle’s words hanging over my head.
