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I don’t know what this woman has up her sleeve, so I cut to the chase.
“If you’re here to see my girlfriend, I suggest you leave your contact information with our receptionist on your way out—”
“Girlfriend?” The look of disgust on Mariah’s face is quite telling. “Beckett Christensen can do so much better than Nerdy Ari—”
“Don’t you dare call her that again.” I wave a warning finger at her.
Mariah holds my icy gaze.
“Touchy,” she says.
“Very when it comes to Arianne,” I say, exerting as much self-control as I can muster. “Just so you know, I don’t give a fuck what you think about my relationship. If you flew in to give me a piece of your mind, you might as well turn around—”
“Let’s play it your way, Beckett.” She flashes me an artificially wide grin. “I have something that could destroy your so-called girlfriend’s pristine image and shatter her reputation to pieces if it were to go… viral.”
“Are you threatening my girlfriend?”
She smirks. “I have your undivided attention now.”
She takes a seat in one of the guest chairs without being invited, flashing me in the process. Her micro-length trench barely covers anything.
Classy.
She crosses a leg and dangles a foot clad in a thigh-high white leather boot, a demonic grin stretching her lips.
“You’re not welcome here, neither are your empty threats—”
“I have video clips of your so-called girlfriend fucking on camera,” she says.
What the actual fuck?
She opens her handbag, pulls out a phone and waves it.
I’m too shocked to speak.
“Nerdy Ari’s—Oopsie.” She flashes her too-white teeth. She’s grating on my last nerve. “I mean, Arianne’s face is clear, so there’s no mistaking it’s her.” Mariah fixes her eyes on me, and all I see is hatred.
She arches an expectant eyebrow.
Everything in my body is buzzing with acute awareness.
If she’s holding onto a bomb, I need to figure out how to disarm it before it explodes. Sex videos are no laughing matter when they’re scattered across the internet.
I lean against my chair and bring my hands to my lap. In a slow, deliberate move, I slide my hand underneath my desk until I find three buttons. I press the middle one. With one simple touch, this entire conversation will be recorded. There are cameras and microphones in every corner of my office. When we started SCORE, Larkin suggested this set-up as an insurance policy. We didn’t argue. Rhys’s office and all the conference rooms are rigged in the same way.
I do a mental countdown before speaking.
“Mariah, those are some big claims.” I play it cool even though my blood is boiling.
“I’m holding Arianne’s life in the palm of my hand, Beckett.” She waves her phone again.
Smile for the camera, bitch!
“If I understand correctly, you’re saying you have a video of Arianne having sex on camera and the video is on your phone?”
“Are you deaf? I just said that!” she says.
“That’s a lot to process. I just want to make sure I got it right.”
