they would’ve looked beautiful with her outfit, but there’s nothing appealing about taking a dive because she wasn’t wearing comfortable footwear. Her bum knee wasn’t a fan of high heels, anyway.
She could only hope Rio never saw her wearing battered Converse sneakers with the ridiculously expensive, casual-but-elegant dress he’d obtained from his ex-boyfriend, who happened to be a highly sought-after designer who’d graced more than his fair share of New York Fashion Week events.
Greer figured that giving her the dress was the least Rio’s ex could do. The dude still owed her for not kicking his ass when he broke Rio’s heart. She’d really wanted to do it, too. But Rio had insisted it wouldn’t be dignified.
Pfffttt. Dignified. Dignified was totally overrated as far as Greer was concerned.
Greer was at the car before Killian’s driver had come to a full stop at the curb in front of her building. He looked shocked when she opened the passenger’s door before he could get out and greet her.
She leaned down and popped her head in before taking a seat. “Hi. Is it OK if I sit up front with you rather than in the back?”
He blinked at her. “Um…yes, of course, ma’am. If that’s your preference.”
“Thanks.” Greer hopped in and slammed the door before offering him her hand. “I’m Greer, not ‘ma’am’, by the way.”
His lip twitched like he wanted to smile, but he maintained complete composure. Exactly what she’d expect from a man employed by Killian. “I’m Nicholas, Ms. Greer. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
She ignored the “Ms”. Nicholas looked like he was about seventy years old and spoke with a gentle Southern twang. Men that were older than her, especially Southern men, had a hard time not greeting her formally. “It’s very nice to meet you, Nicholas. Thanks so much for the ride.”
Nicholas nodded and pulled back out onto the street after carefully checking all his blind spots. “Mr. Morgan wanted to ride along, but thought you’d appreciate it if he didn’t—just in case any paparazzi are about.”
The paparazzi would have a field day with images of her, dressed like this, riding in a limo with Killian. The mayor probably wouldn’t fire her, but only because Bryn wasn’t ready for promotion to official superhero just yet.
Greer had no doubt the minute Bryn demonstrated even a modicum of readiness, however, she’d earn a promotion and Greer would be out on her grumpy, middle-aged, early-onset menopausal ass. That’s just how the superhero gig worked. You were golden, so long as you were young and shiny and relentlessly happy. Get caught frowning on camera a few times, (or giving a rude reporter the finger) and you were shit-listed.
“That was very considerate of him,” she said dryly, suspecting that Killian’s chivalry was a load of crap.
He didn’t care about the paparazzi, and probably wasn’t concerned with safeguarding her reputation, either. He probably only cared that if she was concerned about the paparazzi and her reputation, that might keep her from dropping her panties for him at the end of the night.
Which was not going to happen. Not in a million years.
Especially since she wasn’t wearing any.
The lines of her fancy designer dress would be ruined by visible panty lines, as Rio had told her.
But no one else needed to know that, she supposed.
Nicholas glanced over at her with a grin. “Mr. Morgan mentioned you weren’t his biggest fan.”
She snorted. “Definitely not. Did he tell you he blackmailed me into this date?”
“He used the words ‘strongly persuaded’, I believe.”
“Yeah, I guess he would word it like that.”
Nicholas chuckled. “Mr. Morgan tends to get what he wants. He isn’t accustomed to being told ‘no’.”
Well, he’d better get used to it real quick, because Greer had no intention of saying anything but no tonight. “So, how long have you worked for Mr. Morgan, Nicholas?”
“Oh, I’ve been with Mr. Morgan for going on ten years now. He hired me as soon as he founded Morgan Enterprises and took his first government contract. Right after he left the military.”
Well, that was surprising. Killian had always struck Greer as a rule breaker—a wild card, not a military man. “I didn’t realize he was military.”
Nicholas nodded. “Defence Forces in Ireland. He came to the states after he was discharged and started his company soon after.”
Hmmm. Business man, ladies’ man, and former military man. What other surprises were hidden in his past?
“I’ll bet it’s not easy working for him,” she said carefully. She couldn’t come right out and ask him to