She observed me for a moment and put down the glass she was holding.
"Do I know you?" I asked, fear in my voice.
She smiled. "A lot of people know me." She struck a pose, and I stared at her again. Her slim but tall figure, her green eyes, her dark hair. I'd seen her before.
It took me a second, but then it hit me. This girl was Gemma something—the supermodel. The current CEO of the biggest house of fashion on the continent. What the fuck was she doing here? And where exactly was here?
"You look a little lost, so let me explain. This is my house. Harlan brought you here." She stepped closer in a cautious manner like she was trying not to startle a deer.
Harlan had brought me here? So he knew where I was.
"Where is he?" I blurted, and she smiled knowingly. Why was she smiling like that?
"He went out to deal with one of your attackers." Her face turned serious. "One of them got away, but if someone can find him, it's our beta."
