Page 49 of Faking Cinderella
“Unmistakable,” Theo agrees. He nods to Rhys. “Thanks, man. We’ll catch up later.”
Rhys didn’t say which cabin, but I’ve never been so glad for an incident with a bird and a coffee pot.
I hustle down the hallway and stash the vacuum in the housekeeping closet outside the kitchen. When I turn to dash to the lobby and the exterior door, Rhys is right behind me.
I stifle a shriek, my hand flying to my heart.
Fucker’squiet.
And that’s not the worst of what he is.
Oh, no.
The worst of what he is?
Smart.
That’s the worst of what he is.
Because while I’m standing here catching my breath, he’s smirking.
He looks back at the dining room.
Then down at me.
His blue eyes twinkle.
His lips curve up higher.
The fading dye marks on his face taunt me. The not-fading purple streaks in his beard taunt me more.
And then the bastard drops the bomb.
“Almost got made, didn’t you, Margot?”
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IS IT HOT IN HERE, OR IS THAT THE FUMES?
Rhys
“There’s no cabin emergency,”I say as Margot gapes at me. “And you’re welcome.”
I start to turn away, but the woman grabs me by the front of my shirt and yanks me into the closet.
I let her.
The room descends into complete blackness for a split second before she switches the light on. It’s a lone lightbulb hanging from a cable that swings in response to the cord being pulled. The light beams bounce around us like the bulb is dusty, and I notice the whir of electronics and catch sight of a row of internet routers and cables on the shelves, along with far fewer cleaning supplies than I’d expect.
Must be a secondary closet for this level, since there’s a much larger storage area in the laundry room in the basement.
“Who do you think you are, and why are you calling me the wrong name?” Margot demands.
Yeah, this isMargot.
NoMargiein sight.
She’s tall and confident and the set of her jaw and the flash of her eyes telegraph that she knows what to do with my body if I say the wrong thing, and she has me pushed against the shelf of cleaning supplies, making ammonia and lemon and a bit of dust tickle my nose.
