Page 11 of The Big Scoop

I gritted my teeth. “No. But I’m not giving up.”

“Good for you,” she smiled. “If you don’t mind me saying, you seem like a girl who doesn’t give up until she gets what she’s looking for.”

“I try,” I replied with a smile, feeling more defeated than ever.

I knew she was just being nice, but her words just made me feel like a failure. I hadn’t even begun to broach the story with Harrison before he swept me up into his arms and had his hand up my skirt.

It was humiliating just thinking back to how powerless he made me feel. Even then, sitting in the car as we drove, I couldn’t control what happened to my body when I thought about him…

…that carved jaw, that hard body…

…that enormous cock…

Sure, maybe I was innocent, but I didn’t need to have been around the block or have a PhD in Anatomy to know that Harrison was hung like a horse. Talk about blessed, right? Brains of a billionaire, dick of a pornstar.

I guess even if my story on him ended up destroying his image and bankrupting him, he could just go star in the adult film business and live happily ever after in a sea of women.

A sea of women…

Just the thought made me angry. But why? I looked over at my hand that was clenched around the armrest of the car.

I couldn’t be—jealous. Could I?

Oh, no…I thought, slumping down in my seat. I am jealous!

I covered my face with my hair as the old lady drove me back home, trying my best to come to terms with my situation.

I’m in trouble, I thought. Big trouble…

6

Harrison

“Did you get ahold of her yet!?” I called out to Audrey from the back patio.

“Not yet!” she replied from inside.

“You called the paper?”

“Of course I did, Harrison,” she snipped. “Jeff, her editor, told me he couldn’t give out personal contact information and if we wanted to reach her we’d have to call back tomorrow during normal business hours.”

“Is he fucking kidding me?” I snapped, getting to my feet and tossing my plate aside. “Doesn’t he know who the fuck I am?”

I scratched the skin underneath my chin and watched the last sliver of sunlight slowly start to vanish over the trees. It was beautiful, but I couldn’t appreciate it at all after what had happened earlier.

I had her, I thought. I had her in my arms and then I lost her.

My mind was still spinning, and every time I thought about what had happened, I just got even more pissed off. I’d gone over it a thousand times, trying to figure out what had spooked her, and the only conclusion I could come to was that she was simply afraid—afraid to give herself to me, afraid to let herself climax and be vulnerable in my presence…

But even that wasn’t a satisfying enough explanation. I had to talk to her.

But how was I supposed to do that if this Jeff son of a bitch wouldn’t give me her contact information?

I know most people assume that billionaires like me just have all sorts of tools at their disposal to figure out things like this—hunt people down, figure out where they live, and learn every one of their dirty little secrets—and if we were back in New York there would probably be a couple of guys I could get to do just that, but this was a more delicate situation and I didn’t want to deal with it that way.

No. I’ll find her myself.

“I’m going out,” I told Audrey as I strode back inside. “Keep making calls and see what you can find out about her. Call me if you get anything.”

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