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“Where?”
“To an undisclosed location. Only the pilot and I know. It’s kept top secret for a reason. Alan doesn’t even know.”
His assistant shook his head in confirmation as he slid an iPad across the table. Keir glanced at the screen. “Well, Miss Evie Young. It appears you did sign a contract to work for me for the weekend.”
“I quit,” I blurted out. “When we land, I’ll get a flight back to LA.”
“One, you can’t quit. I forbid it. And two, we’re landing at a private airport. There are no commercial flights.” He turned the computer, so I could see the contract and my electronic signature. “Do you see the sentence where you agreed to other duties as assigned?”
Fuck.
“You can’t keep me here against my will,” I said.
“Oh, but I’m afraid I can.”
ChapterTwo
KEIR
Monsters live in all of us. Or so we think. Imaginary demons which rear their ugly heads when we are angry or desperate. For most, it is a turn of phrase. Or, for some, an excuse. But for me, it was the truth. The monster in me was real. I wasn’t talking about my arrogant or, what some called, my boorish behavior. No, the monster in me was alive and well and could strike at any time.
I looked at the young girl in front of me, baffled. Quite young, to be exact. Women usually threw themselves at me or at least my money. And no one ever spoke to me the way she just did. She was correct. I had no right to prevent her from leaving when we landed. But I needed a fiancée for the weekend, and there weren’t any other options between here and our destination.
Damn Margot for leaving me in the lurch. She wasn’t even really my girlfriend. I needed to be in a relationship to dampen the rumors about my playboy lifestyle. We had an agreement. I provided her with a lavish lifestyle, and she, in return, attended events and functions with me and obliged me with the occasional fuck.
Stupid Bitch.
Despite this girl’s prickly attitude, I would eventually get her to agree. I never backed down from a challenge, and I always won.
“What about your girlfriend?” she whispered. “I’m sure she wouldn’t want me pretending to be your fiancée.”
“That arrangement is over.” I pushed the iPad over to Alan. “Make sure to cancel all Margot’s credit cards and put a freeze on her bank accounts. And I’ll need her out of her penthouse in a week, and the car returned.”
“That’s you being a cunt,” Alan said.
“No, that’s business. A contract is a contract.”
I tilted my head toward Evie. “We’ll need her to sign an NDA.”
“I’m not signing anything,” she said.
“That’s not an option. What you’ll see this weekend is very private. You won’t be able to talk about it to anyone.”
“Then you’ll have to trust me because the last thing I’m going to do is sign another contract with you.”
Alan laughed, and I shot him a dirty look.
“Trust you?” I shook my head. “I didn’t get this far in life trusting people. I will need your phone and your passport.”
“No.” She folded her arms across her chest.
God, what I wouldn’t do to throttle her. It was going to be a long weekend. I held out my hand. “No one is allowed phones this weekend, not even me, and it’s for your safety if I hold on to your passport. I’ll keep it locked up.”
She frowned but consented and went to a cabinet in the kitchen area; taking out her purse, she handed me the items. I put them both in my suit pocket. “Good girl. You see, you can listen. Now at least, we seem to have reached some kind of understanding.”
“There’s no understanding. I’ve agreed to nothing. What you’re doing is kidnapping.”
I laughed. “Hardly kidnapping.” Her phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at it. Five missed calls from Patrick Young. I held it up, so she could see the screen. “Who’s Patrick?”
