Phoebe's POV
His eyes turned sharp as razors. "What do you mean? The video is already out?"
I gave him a nod. "Exactly. You must've figured out that if I could get a top mercenary like Johnson to help me, someone else has to be pulling the strings..."
His jaw clenched tight, and before I could blink, he swept me off my feet and we tumbled onto the bed together. "Babe, I think it's time we discussed your other jaw-dropping identities."
Trapped beneath him, I couldn't budge an inch. His hands had already captured mine, pinning them above my head so I was completely at his mercy.
"What are you talking about? I have no clue what you mean. What jaw-dropping identity could I possibly have?"
My triple denial was pure theatrical innocence - deny, deny, deny was my game plan.
No way could I spill the beans.
This was my ace in the hole, the crown jewel of all my secret lives. I couldn't blow it this easily, or how would I keep globe-trotting and stirring up chaos?
