Free Womanizer (A Standalone Novel) (A Steamy Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Nella Tyler Page B

wasn’t one hundred percent sure that it was the IPO that had her
so worried.
    “Oh no, it’s date number three now. Noodles were date number two,” I said
as I winked at Alicia.
    We both laughed as she raised her hand and a cab was there, again faster
than I had ever gotten a cab in all my
years of living in Manhattan.
    “Monday night?” I asked as she got into the cab.
    “Yes, Monday night. We can celebrate my going public.”
    And just like that she was gone.
    I watched her cab drive away and wondered just how much I would be able
to figure out about her company financials before Monday. It wasn’t likely that
I would be able to get much more information from the public records. Perhaps
Rebecca would be able to shine some more light on everything.

 
    Chapter 11

 
    Before I knew it, Saturday morning
was there and I was getting packed to spend a weekend as the fake boyfriend of Rebecca.
    We had text back and forth over the last few days and I learned more
about her family than I ever wanted to know. She told me about her two brothers
and how they fought all the time. She told me about her mother’s battle with
breast cancer and her father’s heart attack. I could see why she wanted to
please her family so much. It was clear that she loved them and just didn’t
want them to worry about her.
    At nine o’clock, I made my way to the front of my building and waited for
Rebecca to pull up. She had insisted on driving for the six hour trip and that was fine with me. I hated to drive and
didn’t even own a car. I suspected my driver’s license could have been expired even, since I hadn’t actually driven in many
years.
    When Rebecca pulled up in her 2014 Tesla Model S my mouth actually fell
open. It was an all electric sports car and nothing like what I had expected
Rebecca to drive.
    “Is it yours?” I asked.
    In any other city that might seem rude to ask someone, but in Manhattan
it was a totally legitimate question. Not many people actually owned cars in
the city, and they certainly didn’t own sports cars.
    “Yep, you like it?”
    “Fuck yeah.”
    “I have a condo over in Brooklyn. It was my present to myself for buying
such a hell hole of a place to live.”
    “Nice present.”
    We took off down the streets of the city and I quickly reached back and
put my seatbelt on. I regretted agreeing to letting Rebecca do the driving,
almost instantly. She drove like she was in a video game as she sped between
cars and didn’t seem to care at all if people stopped for her.
    I wasn’t sure if she was driving like that to impress me or if that was
how she always drove, but it scared the shit out of me.
    “So were you able to find anything good on ALL Warren Clothing?”
    I figured we could do some business talk during the trip out to her
parents. Especially if she was going to drive like a maniac. I needed something
to calm my nerves as we swerved in and out of the traffic.
    “Oh yeah, here let me grab the file,” Rebecca reached with one hand into
the back seat and I thought for sure we would die.
    I reached over and grabbed the wheel just as she totally let go of it and
thrust her arm back far enough to grab the file she had been trying to reach.
    “Shit, Rebecca. For someone who doesn’t like to do illegal things you
drive like a fucking lunatic.”
    “I like to drive fast,” she said simply. “Look in there. I found lots of
good information for you.”
    The file was thick, maybe sixty to seventy sheets of paper. I flipped
through it quickly but had no idea what I was supposed to be looking for, so I
went page by page and read through some of the information.
    I must have looked like I didn’t understand anything that I read, because
Rebecca quickly chimed in to explain her findings to me.
    “On the surface that company is perfect. In the public records I couldn’t
find a single number out of place. That in itself is a huge red flag. But as I
delved deeper I could tell there was something really