“I’ve read all about your situation.”
“Then you know why I needed some prissy little perfect girl to clean up my reputation. Show the world I’m not the man they’re now thinking I am.” He waved his arms out, gesturing I assumed, to his statement about the world.
For a moment, I considered asking him if he did do it, but I held it back. For now, I’d trust Karen.
I had issues with other things he said. “I’m not prissy, and I’m not perfect.”
“Sweetheart, you couldn’t be more perfect if you tried. And,” he said, leaning forward, almost across the table so he could lower his voice, “I think what I want from you is becoming clear.”
I cleared my throat. “What’s that?”
“Whatever I want. Whenever I want. I did just spend an awful lot of money to make you mine, after all.”
My stomach rolled and it had nothing to do with the dip of the plane as we began our descent.
“Lovely,” I sneered.
His smirk was evil. I wanted to slap it off his face and pull him to me and kiss it off. “It will be.”
