A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

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