Chapter 3
I can’t do this, Roxxy thought to herself an hour later. She and Steve Kass were on a private plane headed to Montana, and the only thing keeping her from having a full out panic attack in an enclosed space with a man she barely knew, was the bottle of vodka she was currently white knuckling between much needed swigs of Dutch courage.
She silently thanked her mother for shoving the vodka into her purse when she’d come to say goodbye to her at Mr. Kass’s office. At the time, it had felt like her Shirelle being pushy again, but now the vodka was the only thing keeping her from jumping out of her skin.
And it was certainly the only thing allowing her to pretend she was a normal woman who could sit across from a man without her bodyguard nearby and without feeling completely creep
