Petra
Owen has hung out with me all day. He’s given little hints about how great it’d be if I’d change my mind about moving to L.A. to be his woman in waiting, as I think of it.
I’m not a fool. I know I’d hate that. I’m being paid to be that for him right now, so that makes it different. On my own, I’d want much more than this.
He’s had a nice suit brought in and is planning on going out to some club that’s near his hotel. He’s baiting me. I know it. He’s told me already that if I agree to keep this thing going for however long he wants it, then he’ll make changes now. If not, then he has no choice other than to go on about things the way he’d planned.
I’m not taking his bait. I won’t be giving into his silly demands. If he wants more from me after this, he has to step up to the plate—
