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“You are way too smart to believe that.” She plops down next to me, gripping my shoulders and shaking me until I see stars.
“Stop! What are you doing?”
“Shaking your brain awake.”
“I’m awake. Stop before I throw up.”
She does as I ask and scoots back on the sofa. “Trust me when I say he’s interested in you. Tomorrow is a date. Whether you like it or not, it is. Let’s get your head out of your ass and plan this, starting with what you are going to wear.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date. Not by choice, but working with women most of the time doesn’t put me in a position to socialize with a lot of men. Enrique and Jonas don’t count. I’ve met a few men through our trivia nights and tournaments, but nobody worth pursuing. Those guys aren’t my type.
Actually, I don’t know what my type is. But the two times I’ve been around Lawson Hall, I’ve felt an unfamiliar spark. There’s obviously physical attraction, but could it lead to more?
Tomorrow morning is my chance to find out.
Jenny wiggles her eyebrows, waiting on my response.
“Actually, I think I have the perfect outfit.”
Chapter 4
Lawson
Greer Palmer is a mystery.
She’s also a social ghost.
Besides the few pictures I was able to find of her and her father, she’s nowhere in the New York Socialite society. Hell, I couldn’t even find if she went to college.
That’s why I had to get resourceful to figure out a way to infiltrate her life. A friend at the DMV reluctantly gave me her address when I explained that she took off after a fender bender. Then, when I discovered where she lived and the security in the building, things became a little more complicated. The only chance I had of getting to know more about her was to be close, so I scouted the area thinking of ways to run into her. It was pure coincidence a vacant apartment was available in her building, and when I discovered it was across the hall, my plan took a huge twist.
It took a few days, but I called in almost every favor I could to get in this building. Being approved to live in a place like this takes time and a detailed application process. Luckily, no one asked too many questions when I explained my current loft was being fumigated and would be unlivable for at least two months.
Lies, all of it lies.
Necessary evil when it comes to my end game. Having to dote on the woman who will give me insight into her father is a sacrifice I’m willing to make. Wine her, dine her, throw her all the right compliments, and get her talking.
I expected a spoiled little rich socialite when we finally met.
Big fucking mistake.
Greer blew my misconceptions out of the water with only one look. Her fresh face and un-styled hair gave her a pure and natural essence that shocked the hell out of me. Pictures were nothing compared to the real-life version.
But the showstopper was her eyes, the color of green so crystal and clear they are hypnotizing. My pulse took off, racing in a way unlike I’ve ever experienced.
The second surprise came when she offered to help. No hesitation, no pretentiousness, only kindness.
If I’m going to have to juggle this double life, at least she’s not a total bitch.
Meeting Jenny was an added bonus. I caught the approval in her grin when I mentioned taking Greer out for drinks—another advantage in the new life of Lawson Hall.
I’ve taken great measures to erase any trace of my life before last week. I’ve closed every social media account and confirmed that all projects in my business are under Joshua Hall. My credit cards and driver’s license are being reordered with the name Lawson Hall. Even the application to this building is under Lawson Hall. So, unless she gets my social security number, I should be safe for the short time I plan to be here.
My phone alerts me to the time, and I walk across the hall to start my day with Greer. The one thing I haven’t lied about lately is my reason for asking her to join me. I have no idea about this part of the city.
She answers the door with a welcoming smile, and my whole body tenses. I take a few seconds to stare at the woman before me. My eyes roam over the lacy green sundress that hugs her in all the right places and showcases every curve of her body. The V of the neckline dips low, drawing my attention straight to her tits. Thoughts of snapping the thin straps that hold the dress up invade my mind and my fingertips begin to tingle. I blink a few times, the image playing in my head.
Gorgeous. She’s gorgeous. There’s no other way to describe her.
