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A chuckle escapes my throat. “No,” I tell her, impressed that she’s still aware of the topic of the conversation. Each nerve in my brain is focused on her. “We’ve made a lot of money from those rent hikes. Every landlord has. My brother must find a way to placate people without ruining our business.”
“Hmm,” Georgina says, disapprovingly.
Right now, I could not give two fucks about our conversation or my brother’s campaign. A growl threatens to escape me as I pull her hips against mine. I open my mouth to ask her the question I’ve wanted to ask since I set my eyes on her.
But before I can speak, she pulls away. Her face is a mask of longing, and her eyes are heavy-lidded, filled with a burning need.
I start to smile, expecting her to ask me to whisk her away and make love to her.
“Thank you for the answers,” she says. “It means a lot that you took the time to talk to me.”
I have never, ever had to ask this question after flirting with a woman, but…
What the hell just happened?
I felt her desire. I heard her sighs and felt her grinding against me.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her, maybe even more.
And now, she’s walking away.
“Ready to leave?”
I turn around as I hear Theodore’s voice. He’s looking as though he’s ready to punch anyone who approaches him with a question.
I glance after Georgina. She has joined the crowd of well-wishers and is now hugging the bride.
As though everything that happened some minutes ago wasnothingto her.
It’s a massive blow to my ego.
“I was born ready,” I tell Theo, turning away.
Before we walk outside, we exchange quick greetings with Ian, drawing even more gazes than when we entered. Our limousine pulls up, and we slip inside. As the car pulls away, he moans about how stressful the party was.
I’m barely listening. Ican’tlisten. I’m thinking of Georgina. As much as it pains me to admit it, she wasa delight, unlike any other woman I’d ever met. A part of me liked that she had enough strength to walk away. I’ll have to try harder next time.
But there is notgoing to be a next time. Georgina and I don’t run in the same circles. The chances of meeting her ever again are slim.
Or so I think.
The following morning,I wake up slightly hungover to a dozen missed calls from my brother and his campaign manager and hundreds of tags to a news article. I click on the first link and read the headline.
“THE STAWARSKI HYPOCRITES: SOLVING THE HOMELESSNESS PROBLEM OR CONTRIBUTING TO IT?”
by Georgina Harris
A pit formsin my stomach as I go through the article, in which Georgina colorfully outlines her problems with my brother’s campaign, using my direct quotes from the wedding. She had been an undercover reporter, and she was good at her job. I had forgotten how important my words were in light of my brother’s campaign. She had made me want her while making me think she wanted me even more.
I had been played.
CHAPTER2
GIGI
I’ve got him.
I've been replaying a version of those words in my head all morning, and every time they drift through my mind, a dizzying sense of euphoria washes over me. I had stayed up all night, meticulously writing and revising the article, recalling Brandon Stawarski's words, wanting to use the most fitting words to convey his obscene arrogance.
