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out, a little higher than her hips as if she were standing in a doorway and leaning in. “I wish I had a camera, it was so sweet.”
I dipped my head, feeling my own eyes begin to moisten. I had to give Blake credit -- he was thorough. While he probably didn't think Abigail would expose the relationship as a sham if she found out, he had to know she'd be incredibly believable if she thought it was real. She might casually mention it to her husband or son or hairdresser. The story would leak out from there. I'd fashioned more than one information campaign that way. It worked. Make part of your target audience believe it and they would convince everyone else.
“Yes, that would have made a great picture.” I gulped down the rest of the omelet and stood up. Plate in hand, I looked around for the sink but Abigail took the dish away.
“You go ahead. I texted the driver that you would be along in a few minutes.”
“You're a jewel, Abigail.” Leaning across the counter, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek before I realized what I was doing. Blushing, I mumbled my good-bye and hurried out of the penthouse, silently cursing Blake and hoping the truth, when it finally came out, wouldn't hurt Abigail too badly.
I spent a few hours at work before heading to a meeting with another attorney from the law firm Blake used. This time to deal with the IRS agent who was intent on making my life a living hell. I had to hand it to Blake's attorneys -- the agent left the office meek as a lamb. I was so ecstatic I had to keep myself from doing fist pumps as I left.
Running into Anna Burke in the lobby of my office building shattered my elation. She had a two-day old copy of the Post folded to page six in her hand. Seeing that I had noticed her, she offered me a chilly smile.
“Hello, Pippa. Remember me?”
I tried to smile back but couldn't bring myself to do it. Even before she left Blake's company, I'd always felt like I had cockroaches crawling over me when Anna was present. “Sure, you used to work at Cross. You looking for a job or something?”
Her posture stiffened and the hand clutching the paper started to ball into a fist. “No, I came here to warn you about Blake Cross. He doesn't love you.”
Surprise flashed across my face. I tilted my head and stared at her throat. “That's funny, I don't see an Adam's apple but you must have one helluva set of balls on--”
“Don't try to be clever, Pippa. It doesn't suit you.” She unfolded the Post and drew out several sheets of copy paper. “I'm suing Blake.”
I reached for the papers but she jerked them back.
“He's seducing you to get at me and divert the public's attention from the case.” She smiled again, trying so damn hard to soften its predatory curve that her lips quivered. “Don't be a fat little fool about this. I'm trying to be your friend.”
Looking into her pale blue gaze, I realized for the first time she wore tinted contacts. I returned her smile, wondering if anything about Anna was real. “Is that what he did, seduce you so he could get something out of you?”
The papers she held snapped half an inch from my face. Seeing it coming, I didn't flinch.
Folding her arms across her chest, she glared at me. “Unlike you, I can get any man I want. Do I look like the kind of dumb bimbo that would fall for something like that?”
She really shouldn't have asked. She was exactly that kind of dumb bimbo. I smiled, my head slowly bobbing in answer. I started to turn toward the bank of elevators. “I have a business to run, Anna. Don't bother me with this again.”
Burke clutched at my sleeve. “You're just a pawn in this, he'll drop you the second the suit is over or his little ploy doesn't work.”
Grabbing her wrist, I squeezed at its pressure points until she had to let go of the fabric. “Come near me again and Blake will get a restraining order against you. And, for the record, I'm no one's pawn.”
Her gaze went as flat as any killer’s. Her
I dipped my head, feeling my own eyes begin to moisten. I had to give Blake credit -- he was thorough. While he probably didn't think Abigail would expose the relationship as a sham if she found out, he had to know she'd be incredibly believable if she thought it was real. She might casually mention it to her husband or son or hairdresser. The story would leak out from there. I'd fashioned more than one information campaign that way. It worked. Make part of your target audience believe it and they would convince everyone else.
“Yes, that would have made a great picture.” I gulped down the rest of the omelet and stood up. Plate in hand, I looked around for the sink but Abigail took the dish away.
“You go ahead. I texted the driver that you would be along in a few minutes.”
“You're a jewel, Abigail.” Leaning across the counter, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek before I realized what I was doing. Blushing, I mumbled my good-bye and hurried out of the penthouse, silently cursing Blake and hoping the truth, when it finally came out, wouldn't hurt Abigail too badly.
I spent a few hours at work before heading to a meeting with another attorney from the law firm Blake used. This time to deal with the IRS agent who was intent on making my life a living hell. I had to hand it to Blake's attorneys -- the agent left the office meek as a lamb. I was so ecstatic I had to keep myself from doing fist pumps as I left.
Running into Anna Burke in the lobby of my office building shattered my elation. She had a two-day old copy of the Post folded to page six in her hand. Seeing that I had noticed her, she offered me a chilly smile.
“Hello, Pippa. Remember me?”
I tried to smile back but couldn't bring myself to do it. Even before she left Blake's company, I'd always felt like I had cockroaches crawling over me when Anna was present. “Sure, you used to work at Cross. You looking for a job or something?”
Her posture stiffened and the hand clutching the paper started to ball into a fist. “No, I came here to warn you about Blake Cross. He doesn't love you.”
Surprise flashed across my face. I tilted my head and stared at her throat. “That's funny, I don't see an Adam's apple but you must have one helluva set of balls on--”
“Don't try to be clever, Pippa. It doesn't suit you.” She unfolded the Post and drew out several sheets of copy paper. “I'm suing Blake.”
I reached for the papers but she jerked them back.
“He's seducing you to get at me and divert the public's attention from the case.” She smiled again, trying so damn hard to soften its predatory curve that her lips quivered. “Don't be a fat little fool about this. I'm trying to be your friend.”
Looking into her pale blue gaze, I realized for the first time she wore tinted contacts. I returned her smile, wondering if anything about Anna was real. “Is that what he did, seduce you so he could get something out of you?”
The papers she held snapped half an inch from my face. Seeing it coming, I didn't flinch.
Folding her arms across her chest, she glared at me. “Unlike you, I can get any man I want. Do I look like the kind of dumb bimbo that would fall for something like that?”
She really shouldn't have asked. She was exactly that kind of dumb bimbo. I smiled, my head slowly bobbing in answer. I started to turn toward the bank of elevators. “I have a business to run, Anna. Don't bother me with this again.”
Burke clutched at my sleeve. “You're just a pawn in this, he'll drop you the second the suit is over or his little ploy doesn't work.”
Grabbing her wrist, I squeezed at its pressure points until she had to let go of the fabric. “Come near me again and Blake will get a restraining order against you. And, for the record, I'm no one's pawn.”
Her gaze went as flat as any killer’s. Her
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