"Shanna Swendson - Enchanted, Inc" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swendson Shanna)

I really did not get the appeal of this guy, who'd had the women on the subway and
now my friends falling at his feet. I also didn't like the idea of him just happening to
show up where I was having dinner. New York might be small geographically
speaking, but there are thousands of restaurants, and the odds of him just happening
to choose this one were slim. Oh goody, my first stalker. If one of the men on the
subway was going to follow me, why couldn't it be the cute one?

I leaned forward again and whispered, "I think maybe he's following me. He was
sitting next to me on the subway this morning."

"You lucky thing," Marcia purred. "If you don't want him, can I have him?" She
winked at him and licked her lips.

"Oh look, he's coming over here!" Connie squeaked. They all set about arranging
themselves attractively as he approached.

"Good evening, ladies," he said in the same oily voice he'd used with me on the
subway. "Are you enjoying your drinks?"

They lost all pretense of New York sophistication as they dissolved in giggles. I just
crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow.

He studied me intently, then, with his eyes still on me, said, "My name's Rod
Gwaltney."

That was the name on the job offer e-mail. I was too stunned to respond.
Fortunately—or not—Gemma was still on the ball. "I'm Gemma, and this is Marcia,
Connie, and Katie."

"Pleased to meet you," he said.

I still couldn't respond. Now I was absolutely sure this wasn't a coincidence. But
which had come first, the following or the job offer? Had he already been following
me when I saw him on the train? Now I was even more sure that the offer was a
scam. I'd never heard of stalking used as a job recruitment tactic. He probably ran
some kind of sex slavery ring, but it had to be a pretty low-rent ring if they were
resorting to someone like me, unless they specialized in procuring women for men
with
unhealthy girl-next-door fantasies.

While I'd been lost in shock, my friends were busy chatting flirtatiously with him.
"It's been nice meeting you ladies," he said at last.

"And nice to meet you," Marcia said.

"Thanks for the drinks. That was sweet of you," Gemma added.

He glanced around the table, then looked directly at me as he said, "I hope I'll see
you again, soon." Then he left.
As soon as he was gone, they all burst into giggles again. "I think he likes you,