Again, his gaze drifted to my uniform. "Because you need the money."
"Oh, so you're doing me a favor?"
"Don't bet on it."
"Don't worry," I told him. "I wasn't planning to."
"And I know you're smart enough to keep your mouth shut."
If he were anybody else, I might've taken this as a compliment. "Oh, am I?"
"You'd better be," he said. "Because if you blab, I'll ruin you." He said it so matter-of-factly, it was almost scary.
Still, as far as threats went, it was coming far too late. I was already ruined. During the past few years, I'd lost almost everything, including my dignity.I mean, what could Flynn do to me that hadn't been done already?
I gave a dramatic eye-roll. "Oh no," I said with mock horror. "Notthat."
"So, you think you've hit rock bottom?" He gave me a cold smile. "Baby, you're not even close."
The car was nice and warm, but something about that smile sent an icy shiver down my spine. He had a point. As bad as things were, they could always get worse.
I was bristling now. "What exactly do you mean?"
"You've got imagination," he said. "Use it."
Suddenly, I didn't want to. Already, Flynn had a reputation, and it wasn't for being a nice guy. He was known for being cold and ruthless, maybe not quite as ruthless as the prince he played in the movies, but even in real life, he'd still be a dangerous person to cross.
Whatever he was offering, there was only one smart answer I could give.
No.
Or better yet, hell no.
