“What did he do to you?”
Rudy’s brow creased, but he didn’t let it go.
Nancy gave a small laugh and arched a brow. “Why do you care, Rudy? This is my business. What’s in it for me if I tell you?”
“I’ll help you get back at him.” Rudy’s face and voice were both cold. He looked dead serious, which was unusual for him.
“Oh? Are you planning to get him cancelled?” Nancy’s interest was obviously caught. She tilted her head, studying his face.
Rudy finally allowed a small smile. “Maybe.”
Nancy gave a snort. “Come on, the Chandler family might have some pull in the industry, but cancelling someone that popular is just asking for trouble. His backers are powerful. Are you really willing to go to war with them for me?”
“Not necessarily,” Rudy admitted. “But you can tell me what happened. If he really crossed a line, maybe I’ll feel sorry for you.”
“Forget it. I doubt you’re capable of feeling sorry for anyone.”
Nancy blinked, not really surprised. She never expected Rudy to actually help. He just liked poking at her wounds, maybe for his own amusement.
She stood up from the sofa. Rudy was sitting just below her, so when she swung her legs over, they brushed right past his shoulder.
Nancy was only wearing a short silk slip dress, and for a second, everything was on display. She didn’t seem to notice, but Rudy definitely did. His eyes followed her every move.
“Nice color,” he said quietly.
Nancy was pouring herself a glass of water when he spoke, and she almost choked from surprise.
“But not really my type,” Rudy added, standing up slowly and grabbing his jacket.
It was about time for him to leave.
“What does your taste have to do with me…”
Rudy cut her off before she could finish. “I’ll send you my favorite style later.”
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