Mad, Bad and Blonde - Cathie Linz [29]
She blinked. “Yuri, you’re on Facebook?”
“Sure. Isn’t everyone these days? Great networking for my acting friends and me.”
“I’m impressed.”
“But you’re not impressed with Caine?” Yuri asked.
“Absolutely not. That’s why I’m asking you to keep him out of the building. Remember, if someone doesn’t pick up the bag, do whatever you want with it. I never want to see it again.”
She never wanted to see Alan or Caine again either. Since Alan was still in Bali, that was a done deal. Getting rid of Caine was proving to be more difficult.
Chapter Six
Faith began her second day at her new job by returning to her old job. Just temporarily. To pick up something important that she’d left behind—the pair of wings her favorite story time group had made for her out of cardboard, tissue paper, lots of pink paint and silver glitter with a bunch of feathers stuck on. The wings didn’t really fit and were totally lopsided, but they had great sentimental value for Faith. She asked the cabbie to wait and was in and out of the library in record time. Ten minutes, tops.
Unfortunately, the cabbie and his vehicle were nowhere to be seen.
Instead, Caine stood there looking entirely too sexy in well-worn jeans and a plain black T-shirt. “So you decided to turn in your stilettos for a pair of fancy wings, huh?”
“No. I turned in my wings for a pair of stilettos.”
“Yet here you are in sandals and wings.”
“It’s only temporary. I’m merely transporting them home.”
“Right. Because who doesn’t need a pair of wings at home? You probably have several pairs of wings. One pair for work, another pair for play. One set more casual, another more formal. Is that a smile? Yes, it is. No, it’s too late to try to hide it now. I saw your lips go up.”
“You’re imagining things.”
He sure was. Imagining her wearing those wings and little else. Maybe the wings, a thong and those stilettos she’d worn yesterday. Oh yeah, she’d give some of those Victoria’s Secret models a run for their money. Not that the wings were actually that sexy, now that he got a closer look. But Faith sure was hot.
Caine was extremely frustrated that he couldn’t get over Faith. He was frustrated period.
Faith’s smile turned into a frown as she very belatedly asked him, “What are you doing here? Are you following me again? You can’t use the excuse that you’re heading for work.”
“It wasn’t an excuse. I work across the street from your office.”
“I don’t have an office.”
“A penthouse suite?”
“I have a cubicle just like any other employee.”
“Right.”
“It’s the truth. And you don’t work across the street from the library. So I’ll ask you again. What are you doing here?”
“Helping you.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“How do you plan on getting those wings of yours home? Are you gonna fly?”
“I’m going to hail a cab.”
“Right. Good luck with that. It’s still morning rush. My car is right here.” He pointed to a black Mustang.
“You’re illegally parked.”
“I’d be happy to give you a lift.”
“No way am I getting into a car with you.”
“Afraid?”
“Damn right.”
“There’s no need to be.”
“Yeah right. You seduced me in Italy because you think my father had something to do with your father’s suicide.”
“Is there a problem?” Maria Sanchez asked as she joined them on the sidewalk.
Great. Now Faith’s former boss saw her standing there making a fool of herself. She should have just abandoned the wings and left them at the library.
No, that’s what the old Faith would have done to avoid a confrontation. The new Faith could handle anything.
“No problem,” she assured Maria even as the wings started shedding some of their excess glitter. “I’ve got everything under control here.”
“I’m giving her a lift,” Caine said.
“If that’s your black Mustang, you’re parked illegally,” Maria told him.
“We’re leaving right now,” Faith said.
“Right. Here, let me take those for you.” He reached for the wings.
She stepped back. “Don’t touch my wings.”
“Has she always been this touchy about her wings?” Caine asked Maria, shooting her a killer smile that clearly left the otherwise unflappable librarian a bit dazed.