O.E. watched Rebecca walk away and scowled. He had
really blown it with her. Hiding his name and his wealth
was one thing, but not being able to buy dinner was
unforgivable. And running into two of his ex's at once was
truly unfortunate. He had to admit, this bet was really
crimping his style.
He liked Rebecca. More than he expected to. Her long
red hair and pretty face made his heart melt. Cute freckles,
sparkling hazel eyes, and a tight little mouth that he still
longed to kiss. He was getting excited just thinking about
her face and her fine body.
And not a molecule of air in her head-this
impressively tough woman knew what she wanted. Too bad
she didn't like his poor nobody act. Then again, she had also
told him that she didn't like powerful, rich men, either. He
couldn't win. And her nickname issues seemed to come out
of nowhere. He wished he understood her better.
O.E. got into his luxury sedan and realized that he
couldn't have shown her this car. In fact, no woman could
see any of his cars if he wanted to act poor. He dialed his
personal assistant, Frank Downey.
"Hi, O.E. What can I do for you?"
"Frank, I want you to get me another car."
"You already have three in the city, plus one that you
keep in Malibu. How many cars do you need?"
"You're going to laugh at this. I need a beater.
Something that looks like shit. Preferably rusted, badly
painted, and dented. But it needs to run well-I don't want
any breakdowns in it."
"It's a little early for Halloween, isn't it?"
"Just find me a pathetic-looking car. Then get it
overhauled so it runs well. Okay?"
"Sure thing, O.E." They hung up, and he wondered what
to do next.
I should just tell her who I am. That seemed to be the
main problem. All he had to do was mention the famous
businessman and his billion dollars, then she'd be
impressed. If her issues with rich people surfaced, he could
easily distinguish himself from whoever had messed with
her before. After all, she was attracted to him. All he needed
to do was clear the air of his poor, homeless, and jobless
persona.
There was one tiny problem. If he told her the truth, he
would lose the bet. He lusted for Rebecca, but she certainly
wasn't worth a hundred million dollars. Kay's stupid bet was
messing up his chances with this delightful woman.
He could still win the bet by finding some other woman
to come with him to Malibu. Just keep looking-there are