Chapter 3

The teenager stood just inside the doorway, one slender hand on the back of the velvet sofa. For a moment, even my brilliant wit eluded me. I stood with my mouth open, unable to believe my eyes. Then, my blood began to boil.

“How did you—?” I sputtered. “You didn’t pay—-”

He grinned, perfect white teeth sparkling against bronzed skin. “I told the old biddy downstairs that I had a message for the famous director.”

I scowled at the boy. “What part of the word ‘no’ do you not understand?”