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Once I calmed down, I decided to alter my approach. It’s obvious keeping her locked in a cell isn’t working and part of me admires her strength. However, we don’t have time for this and I need that name and fast, so I decided a softer approach may work better. A charm offensive. Get her on side and encourage her to open up and trust me.
Sam persuaded me that I was playing this all wrong and I suppose he has a point. I just never thought she would be so determined. I have to admire her for it because she’s right. A journalist never reveals their source, but she should also know that when your boss asks, you jump as high as he tells you to.
Now it’s time to extract the information I need in a much more hospitable way, which will make Maisy and Jason happy at least. I know they disapprove of my methods but are too loyal to call me out on them and so I instructed Maisy to make up the guest room and the rest of my staff to act as lookouts to make sure Holly doesn’t try to escape. Not that she would get very far, but just in case, the keys to all vehicles have been locked in the safe and the phones disconnected. There is no possible way for her to gain her freedom and so, aside from my own personal office, the rest of the house is now in lockdown. As the key to my office is firmly in my pocket, she won’t have a chance in hell of getting anywhere near it.
Tonight, I have instructed Maisy to make us a meal designed to relax my guest and make her feel more comfortable. She must be starving and could really do with something to take the edge off the raging appetite she must have. The table has been set for two and as I make my way to the dining room, I wonder how she’ll be. Angry, undoubtedly, but I’m hoping that anger can be channeled the right way because I have decided to seduce my guest and then once I have what I need, send her packing.
As I sit and wait, I swirl the whiskey in a fine arc in the crystal glass and feel strangely excited. This is different, so different. I have never held anyone by force before and it’s turning me on so badly. Either that or the thought of the person I’m holding because Holly Bryant is my type to the letter. If I had drawn a picture of my perfect woman, it’s her and just imagining holding such a woman makes this a much more interesting project.
My usual whores are dark and sultry and do exactly what I require of them. Occasionally I date and take a woman to bed afterward, however that is unusual because I can’t stand the drama that follows. However, drama can be exciting when you’re the one writing the script and as I contemplate what I’m going to do with this woman, I feel an excitement that I haven’t felt for some time.
I hear her coming before Sam pushes her into the room because her killer heels click on the flagstones.
I look up as she enters and Sam catches my eye and nods. “Miss. Bryant, sir.”
He steps back and I know will take up his position outside the room just in case she decides to make a run for it and as the door closes, I consider my guest.
She stands there looking at me with defiance flashing from those beautiful brown eyes. She has obviously showered and the clothes that Maisy laid out for her cling to her curves like a second skin. A black silk dress that ripples as she moves and outlines those impossibly large breasts like a silken glove holding them in place. Her newly washed hair gleams and her eyes flash as she stares at me with such a look of hatred it makes my cock harden almost immediately.
“Miss. Bryant, I trust your new arrangement is to your liking.”
She shrugs and leans against the door and stares at me like I’m a bad smell.
“I would rather my own home. So, what’s this, have you decided to try to charm the information from me now, classic?”
Resisting the urge to laugh, I pour her a glass of champagne and head across.
“No, I just decided that incarcerating a woman didn’t sit well with me and thought I’d offer my hospitality instead. You see, Holly, I’m not an ogre, I do have a heart.”
“That’s a matter of opinion.”
She waves away the glass of champagne and says shortly, “Water will be fine. I don’t drink and certainly not on an empty stomach.”
Setting the glass down, I nod. “Noted. Then please, take your seat and allow me to remedy that immediately.”
She moves to the end of the table where a place has been set and, as I hold out her chair, she laughs. “Cut the crap, Mr. Prince, you’re no gentleman. I can see through your act and I’m not biting. Just tell me you’ve called me a cab and I’ll be happy.”
Suddenly, Ryder’s offer of interrogation is looking very appealing right now because how the fuck does anyone get information when the person is as stubborn as she is?
Luckily, Maisy enters and I note her curious glance at Holly as she sets the food on the table and Holly looks surprised to see her.
Maisy smiles sweetly and as Holly opens her mouth to speak, I say quickly, “That will be all Maisy.”
She nods and leaves before Holly can speak and as the door closes, she says with some surprise, “Who was that?”
“My housekeeper.”
“That figures.”
“What does?”
“Even your housekeeper looks like a Playboy Bunny. You know you are so stereotypical it’s not even funny, sad really.”
Taking my seat at the opposite end of the table, I laugh softly. “Then I’ll enjoy proving you wrong about me.”
Raising my glass to her in a salute, I say, “Here’s to a new friendship.”
