CHAPTER EIGHT
“So why here?” He questioned, leaning back with his arm spread on the edge of the couch, a taunting smirk on his lips.
I was sitting across him on the dais that normally housed the rich guys only, legs crossed as I occasionally drunk from my glass. I was careful not to get something strong, lest I got carried away and lost track of my mission. His eyes never left mine, not even for a second and that boosted my ego even more. I was not being too confident but I knew when a man was checking me out too much for his own damn good. See, the thing about rich, playboys like Reed love it when they get that s****l attention from a woman but when she plays hard to get but at a far give vibes that she may want him, it gets them hyped up.
“Well, I had to make sure you are not se
