CHAPTER 31
THE ASSISTANT
He’d really done it. Brax had really arranged a private jet. The gleaming white bird was parked on the tarmac outside the executive terminal, so near and yet so far. Would we make it on board? Because there was a man in a uniform waiting ahead of us, and the police thought I was a freaking criminal. I’d always assumed that Vimal would abuse the privileges of his job to find me, but I hadn’t dreamed he’d actually try to have me arrested.
“Let me do the talking,” Brax said under his breath. “You’re the trophy girlfriend of a wealthy businessman—act entitled.”
I’d always tried not to do that. And would it be enough, anyway? I had “guilty” written all over my face, and I hadn’t even done anything. Well, except for walking into Brax’s life and turning it upside down
