I Like You

Jamal's heart skipped a beat, and his blood ran cold, but he kept his expression carefully controlled.

Why did Ryan need to keep an eye on Genevieve or him?

Ryan tapped the rim of his glass, studying him. "You're quiet."

Jamal shrugged. "I'm here to drive, not to spy on people."

For a brief moment, Ryan looked surprised. Then he let out a laugh, shaking his head. "I like you," he said, pointing a finger at him. "You're a smart one."

"Thank you," Jamal said, deciding there and then that he didn't like Ryan.

He usually liked to give people the benefit of doubt, but he had dealt with men like Ryan before. Power-hungry. Controlling. They always wanted something.

Ryan leaned forward. "Don't think of it as spying. Think of it as working for me. You do the job Genny employed you to do, and you work for me at the same time. I reward those who work well for me."