Fallen Foe (Cruel Castaways, #2)

by L.J. Shen

I sit back, watching her with open pleasure. She’s like that little ladybug spinning on its axis. Adorably desperate. Too bad I’m dead set on Grace, or I’d sample her for a few months. Paul wouldn’t even be an obstacle in my way. These type of women go for the highest bidder, and I have the deeper pocket. “Fire away,” I say. “What do you do?” she asks. “Jack-of-all-trades.” “Doing what?” Shrugging, I drawl, “Anything that makes money.” “I’m sure you can be more specific than that. This could mean weapons dealer.” She folds her arms over her chest. Fine. Let’s play. “Equities, corporations, currencies, commodities. Though I’m on a recent ban for insider trading. Two years.” All eyes shift to us. I’ve yet to address the subject in this room, having inherited from my father the unsavory trait of never giving people what they want. “Why?” she demands. “Market manipulation charges.” Before she asks what that means, I explain, “They say I misrepresented material to investors, among other misconducts.”