Her eyes widened in a mixture of terror and shock, she felt her back stiffen. All she saw was the devil smiling at her, she only had bad memories about the man.
A smile played on Dickson's lips, his curiosity shot through the roof when he read her thoughts. He blinked rapidly thinking that he was mistaken and he brushed it off.
He was more interested in knowing how she knew him as they had never met before. Was David feeding her lies about him or was she familiar with his face because like most Saxons, he had graced the covers of a few magazines, was a familiar face in entertainment news and one of the most eligible bachelors in town.
"Well hello there beautiful." he drawled out.
Phoebe's slightly trembling hand snatched the bag from him. She remained firmly silent, not thanking him or saying another word.
He seemed to find her reaction amusing and a light smirk formed on his face. He loved the stubborn ones, they were the best to break.
