He crossed his arms and looked at her. She couldn’t see behind his dark glasses, but she bet his eyes matched his “ain’t gonna fucking happen lady” body language. She’d been bullied yesterday by two men. No way was he making it three.
“I’m not asking to go inside. All I want is to know who she is. She gave me a ride home yesterday, and I believe I left something in her limo.”
“I’m sure if you did, she’ll return it to you.”
He was unwavering, but so was she. “Then can you tell me if she works here?”
A deep voice from behind her said, “Depends on why you want to know.”
And here we go again.She spun around, ready to start the conversation from the beginning if she had to, but the security guard said, “I suggest you tell her nothing.”
The guy didn’t seem interested one bit in what he was being told. “What’s your name?”
“Gia. Yesterday it was raining, and I was wet, and this really nice woman offered me a ride home. But I think I left my purse in her limo.”
He cocked a brow as he asked, “You got in her vehicle? Why?”
“I was wet and cold, and she was kind enough to offer me a ride.” Not that I need to explain my actions to you.
“Are you positive she has your purse? Because I’d like to believe she’d reach out to you if she did.”
“That’s what I told her,” the security guard interjected.
Gia shot him a look. He didn’t want to help, so he should butt out and let the guy, who seemed interested, help.
“Well, I’m not one hundred percent positive, but I know I don’t have it, and her limo was the last place I was.”
“Then let’s go find out.”
“Hey. I can’t let you do that,” the guard said.
The man looked at him and said, “I don’t believe I asked you. If you have any questions, call Mr. Henderson. But right now, Gia is with me.”
It almost sounded like the guard growled. Instead of going farther into the building, he waved for her to follow him back outside. “Where are we going?”
“To find out if she has your purse.”
Gia stopped and asked, “You do know who she is, right?”
“Yes. Lena Henderson, married to Brice Henderson. Funny that I know more about her and yet you were the one who got in her car.”
“I don’t see how that is odd. She offered me a ride and I got in.”
“Why did she do that?” he asked.
Being honest wasn’t going to hurt. “I was walking, and her vehicle splashed me.”
“I’m having a difficult time believing you.”
Her eyes widened. “Excuse me. Why would I lie about such a thing?”
“First of all, I know for a fact that Lena didn’t leave with you. She left with Brice.”
He was right. “I didn’t mean she gave me the ride home personally. But she asked her driver to give me a ride.”
“So you got into the limo with a guy you didn’t know?”
“Yes. I know. It’s foolish, but as I said, I was cold and wet.”