The Billionaire's Fair Lady

“If they’re dressed like that, I do.”

What was wrong with the way she was dressed?

“For one thing, you’re not,” he replied when she asked.

A comment like that was supposed to make her want to get into a car with him? “I’ll have you know I’ve been riding the same bus for years without a single incident.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky.”

“Luck has nothing to do with it. After a while you develop a kind of invisible armor and no one bothers you.”

He frowned. “Invisible armor?”

“Street smarts, you know? People see you and realize straight off they can’t hassle you. You blend in.” It was outsiders like him that had to worry. Unfortunately, from the way he was already packing his things, Roxy had the distinct feeling he wasn’t interested in her argument or in taking no for an answer.

What the heck. Wouldn’t kill her to ride in a warm car for a change.

“I’ll meet you in five,” she told him.

Did she really think she was safe riding the bus wearing that outfit? Watching her sashay off, Mike rolled his eyes. For crying out loud, she wasn’t even his type.

In this lifetime anyway. A memory danced on the edge of his mind. Of other late-night bus rides and willing partners. He shook it away.

“You make this commute every night?” he asked when they finally met up. She’d slipped a leather jacket over her uniform. The waist-length jacket covered her bare shoulders, but still left the legs exposed.

“Five nights a week.”

They rounded the corner and headed to the pay lot, walking past the bus stop in time to see a drunken patron relieving himself on the wall. Did her invisible armor protect her from that, too? he wondered as the splash narrowly missed his shoe.

“I thought about adding a sixth,” Roxy was saying, “but that would mean less time with Steffi. I hardly see her much as it is. She sees more of her babysitter.”

“When you win this case, you’ll have all the time in the world.”

“At this point in my life I’d settle for not having to schlep drinks for a living. I don’t care what they say, the smell of stale beer doesn’t go away.”

“You never thought of doing something else?”

“Oh, sure. I was going to be a doctor but the Elderion was too awesome to give up.

“Sorry,” she quickly added. “Couldn’t help myself. I could have found a day job, but originally I wanted my days free for auditions.”

“Auditions? You’re an actress?” A strange emotion stirred inside him. He should be concerned her career aspirations made her more interested in grabbing fifteen minutes of fame than in seeing the case through. Instead the tug felt more like envy. He chalked it up to being in the bar. The night had him thinking of old times and old aspirations.

The driver had brought out his sedan from the back of the lot. As Roxy slid into the passenger seat, her skirt bunched higher, almost to the juncture of her thighs. Mike averted his eyes while she adjusted herself. Yeah, she blended in.

“I’m impressed,” he said when he settled into his driver’s seat.

“Don’t be. It was eight years of nothing.”

“Couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Try worse. Turns out you need one of two things to make it in show business. Talent or cleavage. I was saving up for the latter when I had Steffi.”

“So you quit for motherhood.”

“Couldn’t very well work all night, run around to auditions all day and take care of her, too. Since the whole acting thing wasn’t working out anyway, I figured I’d cut my losses and do one thing halfway decently.”

“Halfway?”

Her shrug failed to hide her embarrassment. Clearly she hadn’t expected him to pick up on the modifier. “The whole ‘wish I could spend more time with her’ thing. Not that I have a choice, right?”

“No.” He stared at the brake lights ahead of him. The city that never sleeps. Even after midnight, gridlock could snag you. “But then a lot of choices aren’t really in our control.”

“What do you mean?”

This time he was the one who shrugged as a way of covering up. He didn’t know what he meant. The words sort of bubbled up on their own. “That a lot of the time life makes the decisions for us.”

“You mean like how getting knocked up put my acting career out of its misery?” Her nonchalant expression was poorly crafted. No wonder she failed as an actress.

“She’s why I’m doing all this now,” she continued after a beat. “Partly anyway. I want her to have more choices than I can give her now.”

This time she wasn’t acting. The desperate determination in her voice was very real.

A thought suddenly occurred to him. “What about her father?”

“What about him?”

He’d hit a sore spot. He could feel her stiffen. “Is he still in the picture?”

“No.”

Interesting. “Any chance he’ll pop back in?”

“No.”

“You sure?” Wouldn’t be the first time an ex reappeared at the scent of a payday. From his point of view, the fewer complications the better.

“He’s not in our lives,” she repeated, her voice a little terse.

Her clenched jaw said there was more to the story. “Because he’s not…?” He left the end of his sentence hoping she’d fill in the blank.

“Because he’s not,” she repeated. “Why are you asking anyway? I thought this case was about my paternity.”

“It’s my job to know as many details as possible about my clients.”

“Even things that aren’t your business?

“Everything about you is my business.”

“I don’t think so,” she scoffed.

This was the second time tonight she’d tried to dictate what he could and couldn’t discuss. Time he explained how this relationship would work. Yanking the steering wheel, he cut off the car in the next lane and pulled to the curb. “Let’s get a few things straight right now. You came to me asking for help. I can’t do that without your cooperation. Your. Full. Cooperation. That means if I need to know what you had for dinner last Saturday night, you need to tell me. Do you understand? Because if you can’t, then this—” he waved his hand in the space between them “—isn’t going to work.

“Are we clear?” he asked, looking her in the eye. Although the lecture was necessary, she could very well tell him to go to blazes. He held his breath, hoping he hadn’t pushed her—and his luck—too far.

From her seat, she glared, her eyes bright in the flash of passing headlights. “Crystal.”

“Good. Now I suggest you learn to deal with tough questions, because we’ve only scratched the surface.” They were definitely revisiting her daughter’s paternity, too. There was way too much emotion behind her reaction.

They drove the rest of the distance in silence, eventually pulling up in front of a nondescript building, on a street lined with them. Tall towers with squares of light, the kind of buildings his architect brother would call void of personality. At this hour of night, with the green landscaping unlit, Mike thought they had an eerie futuristic quality.

He stole a look at his companion. She hadn’t moved since his lecture, her face locked on the view outside the windshield. With the shadows hiding her makeup and her hair tumbling down her back, he was surprised how classical her profile looked. Reminding him of one of those Greek busts in a museum, strong and delicate at the same time. If, that is, the pieces in the museum were gritting their teeth.

Her fingers were already wrapped around the door handle. “Want to wait till I come to a full stop or will slowing down to a crawl be good enough?” he asked her.

“Either will be fine.” Her voice was tight to match her jaw. Still upset over his lecture. He added the discussion to his mental revisit list. Thing was getting pretty long. “I’ll stop at the front walkway if you don’t mind. Road burn never looks good on a client.”

Without so much as cracking a smile, she pointed to the crosswalk a few feet ahead. “Here is fine. I’ll walk the rest of the way.” She pushed open the door the moment the wheels stopped spinning. Eager to get away.

“Roxanne!” Call it guilt or anxiety over his harshness earlier, but he needed to call her back and make sure they were truly on the same page. “Do we understand each other?”

“We do.” From her resignation, however, she wasn’t happy about it. Never mind, she’d be happy enough with him when they settled her case.

“You still want to proceed then?” he double-checked.

She nodded, again with resignation. “I do.”

“I have an opening at nine-thirty tomorrow. I’ll see you then.”

Resignation quickly switched to surprise. “You want to meet tomorrow?”

“Unless you’d rather meet tonight. We have a lot to go over, and you’re my only source of information. Sooner we get started, the better.”

Seeing her widening eyes, he added, “Is that a problem?”

“No,” she replied. “No problem.”

There was, but to her credit, she seemed resolved to solving whatever it was. “I’ll see you at nine-thirty.”

“Sharp,” he added. As if he had anything better to do. “Oh, and Roxanne? You might as well get used to spending time with me. In fact, you could say I’m about to become your new best friend.”

“Great.” Thrilled, she was not; he could tell by the smirk.

Surprisingly, however, he found the annoyance almost amusing. There was mettle underneath her attitude that would come in handy. Smiling, he watched her walk away, waiting till she disappeared behind the frosted front door before shifting his car into Drive. For the first time in weeks, he looked forward to a new workday. Roxanne O’Brien didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become his newest and biggest priority.

He had a feeling both their futures would be better for it.

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