Page 92 of Lead Me On
“Wow. Well, let’s be clear that you won’t be banging him while you’re with me, all right?”
“He wouldn’t—”
“But that wasn’t what I meant. I meant that none of your old classmates know your new name, Ms. Morgan, and I’m sure you’d like to keep it that way.”
The world lagged, as if this were a slow-motion scene in a movie she was watching. This was exactly what she’d feared her whole life. People pointing, sneering, calling her trash. Seeing through her facade of Jane Morgan to the sick, worthless girl inside. Men looking at her and seeing someone who deserved to be used.
That was what Greg was thinking. She could see it in his eyes.You’re going to sleep with me because that’s what you’re good for.She’d seen that look often enough to recognize it.You’ll do it because you have no pride.
What a complete bastard. “This is blackmail and it’s illegal.”
“Blackmail?” His face paled a little, but he smiled and shook his head. “Hardly. Come on, Jane. You’re single, I’m single. What’s the harm of meeting up for a few drinks?”
“You threatened me.”
“With thetruth?YouareDynasty MacKenzie. You’re the one who’s been lying to everyone. You’ve been dishonest and sneaky.” Greg watched her for a long moment. “You lied to me throughout our whole relationship.” Pain flashed in his eyes. “I can’t just let it go and pretend it never happened.”
“I’m sorry,” Jane said, reaching for the door handle. She was halfway out of the car before he had time to react.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
She slammed the door just as Greg opened his. “Get in the car, Jane.”
“Nope.”
“I’ll tell everyone.”
“Do it.”
“I’ll stop your brother’s plea deal.”
Hand on the door to her office, Jane froze. She turned back toward Greg and measured the distance between them. Ten feet. That was safe enough. “No, you won’t. You won’t do anything like that. You’re going to be too busy fighting for your job.”
He sneered. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means there’s a nifty little cell-phone program that works like a mini recorder.” She tugged the phone from her purse and held it up. “You’re on tape. And you’re never going to bother me again.”
All the color in his face blanked to a sick white. “What? You can’t… You didn’t really—”
She opened the door. “Us white-trash sluts are sneaky. It’s our nature. Goodbye, Greg.”
“If you send that to my boss, I’ll—” The door closed and she locked it from the inside, just in case. His face was like a mood ring now, skin flushing from white to magenta as she watched. She flipped her phone closed as Greg was tugging his from his suit pocket. When her phone began to ring, she turned it off.
She could no longer hide from Dynasty. But she was Jane Morgan now, and she was determined to prove it.
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHASE RANG THE DOORBELL,then stepped off the small front step to wait for Jane to answer. It was eight o’clock. Her porch light was on, so hopefully she was home.
Though he’d spent the previous week with her, he’d seen her only at the barbecue since then, and he felt strangely nervous about dropping by.
The barbecue had been nice, though. For some reason, spending the evening with herwithoutgoing home with her afterward had felt…good. Evidence that there was more between them than sex. Of course, Jane hadn’t meant to spend time with him at her family party, but that was too bad. She’d done it, and he’d enjoyed every second of it, even with Grandma Olive calling him a pansy.
He’d had paperwork to catch up on, so Chase hadn’t minded giving Jane some space, but now he was ready to move forward.
Jane finally opened the door, and Chase’s body tingled with happiness at the sight of her wearing workout shorts and a T-shirt with her cute black glasses. “Hey, I’m just in time for boxing.”
Jane cocked her head. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
