“I’m here on business and when you came on stage, I recognized you. Years ago you were getting your degree to be a lawyer. You were doing so well and I have to say I was quite surprised to see you. So when I came in here, I certainly wasn’t looking for you. What happened? Anything I can do to help?” He patted the seat next to him. “Please sit. You’re making me uncomfortable.”
Abigail did as he requested, but she didn’t answer his questions. Just him being there scared her. She wasn’t sure how much he knew about her and decided it was best to keep quiet. He was a rich man and held a lot of power.
“Did you finish your degree?” he asked.
“No.”
“How come?”
Because I got pregnant and school doesn’t work with a crying newborn. “Life.”
“You’ve got to give me more than that. I’d like to help you. Obviously if you’re working here, you’ve hit a rough patch.” His gaze locked on hers. “I’ve thought about you many times the last few years. I never intended for our evening together to be a one-time thing.” Josh reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. A shiver shot down her spine.
Abigail thought back to that evening. It had been hot and perfect. He’d pleasured her more than anyone else ever had and they connected on so many levels. She’d known he’d wanted more than that one night—he’d been honest about the direction his thoughts were taking—but it had scared her and the next day, she’d left a fake phone number when they’d parted ways. By the time she realized the mistake she’d made, it had been too late, or so, she thought.
“I got scared.”
Josh removed his suit jacket and draped it around her shoulders. “As much as I enjoy the view, I’m not here for that.”
She suppressed the grin she wanted to give him and asked, “Why are you here if you didn’t come to see me?”
Josh was older than her by at least ten years. His life was already established when she’d met him and hers had just begun. She’d kept up with him throughout the years from different news reports and tabloids. It was almost hard not to. Josh Carter was a billionaire. It was one of the reasons why she’d never sought him out. Abigail wasn’t a gold digger and didn’t want to be accused of being one.
“Business, of course. I think that’s my life. The guys I was meeting with are younger and this was the place they wanted to come and for one particular act. The amazing girl on the pole.” He leaned in closer to her ear. “I must say, I was impressed by your act.”
Her heart raced, the result of him being so close. Even after all these years, he still had an effect on her. Biting her bottom lip, she pushed those feelings away and remembered that if he knew her secret, he could take everything from her.
“How about you get dressed and we’ll get out of here? I’d like to catch up,” he suggested.
Hailey crossed her mind and the babysitter who was waiting with her. “I can’t. I have to get home.”
“I understand.” Josh reached into his pocket and took out a card, handing it to her. “Call me. I’ll be in town for the next week and I’d like to chat. Maybe we can meet up for dinner and if you’ll let me, I’d like to help you get back on your feet.”
“Okay, I will.” She stood and began to remove his jacket.
“Keep it. It’s the only way I can ensure I’ll see you while I’m in town.”
“Thank you.” She gazed down at him. “I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I’m doing well and happy, even though this wasn’t the life I initially set out to have.” Abigail didn’t say another word, but left room one and high-tailed it back to the dressing room to change and get home. Josh Carter being in town was either going to be a good thing or a bad. Or maybe it was time she faced the truth and did what was right by Hailey. After all, her daughter deserved better then she had it now.
Chapter Two
Josh sat in his hotel room, staring mindlessly at the television. He had no idea what show played in the background. His mind was on Abigail. He ached to know her story. How was a girl who had her whole life ahead of her now working in a strip joint? And a known act, so she’d been there for awhile. He just couldn’t wrap his brain around it. One thing he did know: he was going to find out and do whatever he had to do to get her away from it.
Picking up his cell phone from the nightstand, he dialed his P.I. He knew it was late, very late actually, but didn’t care.
“Nate speaking.” He answered after the third ring.