My eyes search his and I straighten my posture. Why do I feel the need to agree with every word that comes out of his mouth? Maybe it's the fact that I'm now unemployed and on my own in a strange city.

'Well Christian what is your grand offer?' He clears his throat.

'Faith I find myself oddly interested in you. How strange it seems that you just happened to be behind me on the one day that I, CEO of Grey Enterprises actually went to a job site to put up that sign. Please, if you'll just answer some of my questions I'd be happy to share with you my second proposition.' His lips crack a small sly smile, I shrug.

'I just want to get to know you a little better, please it's nothing too invasive.'

'Okay but this works both ways. I want to know more about you too if I'm going to be staying in your home.' I swallow waiting for his reply.

'Me first. Where are you from?

'Canada.'

'So secretive Faith, you know I did well in geography and Canada is quite a large continent if I remember correctly. A little more precise perhaps?' I purse my lips, he's so nosy.

'Tiny town on the east coast called Woodstock, good hard working people. Everyone knows everybody else...I miss it already.' I try to brutally honest.

'Mmm. Miami must be quite the change for you then.'

'Yes, the city intimidates me. I really took a chance moving here, and to be perfectly honest I'm terrified to work for you and live in your home. I know I have no other choice though or I'll be on the next airplane north.' I have to blink back a few stinging tears.

'What about your parents.' He moves right on.

'I love my mom Lana, she owns a daycare at home. I used to work there in the summer as a teenager. She lives with my step father Brian, he drives transport all over North America.' I smile knowing he will be in Florida sometime next month.

'And your real father?'

'I don't really know what to say. He's very rich and he lives out in California. I haven't seen him in years.' I really don't like talking about my father, and try to turn the conversation on him. I decide not to pester him about his family life just yet.

'What about you? Why'd you decide to move your companies headquarters to Miami?' He shifts knowing his version of twenty questions is over for now.

'The market is much better down here. I'm still keeping a base out of Seattle but the economy there is going to the dogs. Seattle carries too much personal baggage.' He shuts his mouth quick and I wonder if he meant to say the last part.

'Why did you buy out the salon?' He narrows his eyes and I can see his eyes thinking about his response.

'I did it for a friend in need.' Baggage I conclude and decide not to press him.

'Oh.' Was all I could conjure up

'Are you finished for now Faith?' I nod, unable to think of any other appropriate questions.

'Well okay then, onto the proposal. In addition to being my own personal hairdresser I want you to be my girlfriend.'

I almost faint. My reaction obviously amuses him because he lets out a loud hearty laugh.

'Excuse me? Your girlfriend? We've known each other less than twenty four hours.' He grins

'You didn't let me finish , I want you to be my public girlfriend. I want you to accompany me functions, dinners, weddings, charities, anywhere that would be appropriate for me to have a date. It would be extremely professional' I can't help but have my feelings hurt.

'But why?'

'You are who everyone wants me to date. Tall, tan, blonde, legs for miles. I am sick of everyone thinking I'm either celibate or gay.' He huffs and comes over to sit beside me on the couch.

'So you just want me to fake being your girlfriend.' I can feel my lip quiver.

'Exactly. He searches my eyes trying to find an ounce of emotion.

'Please, tell me what your thinking.'

'Umm, well for one I'm thinking why me? Why not every other beautiful girl that has thrown themselves at you. I'm thinking what's in it for me other than being a fraud. But most of all I'm thinking that you must have one damn good reason for wanting me to do this and I'm going to assume your not going to tell me what it is.'

'You assume right . As for what would be in it for you, well you'd get treated just like you actually were my girlfriend. Clothes, cars, jewelry whatever it is your very fine ass desires.' He cockily grins at me.

I try to take all of this in. Cars, oh wow. I know I'm a girl but there's always been something about a nice car that turns me on. What would I get? Hmm, right now I'm thinking a dyno blue Lamborghini. The voice in my head fights back, get a grip Faith! Do you really want to get yourself into this mess? What if you fall for him?

'You didn't answer my question . Why do you want me to do this, there are so many more women you probably know better than the pathetic unemployed hairdresser that showed up on your doorstep this morning.' I find my confidence and lean into him placing my hand on his knee.

' -Faith...you must understand that I've never been this intrigued by someone in a long time. However, I have some pretty heavy baggage and my taste in women I find sexually appealing are very singular. I already have a women who takes care of that aspect of a relationship for me, her name is Madison and you'll meet her tomorrow. I'm sorry if I lead you to believe anything else. The only reason I picked you is because your different, the press will love you, a tall, blonde, Canadian, country girl who has small town charm.' He timidly removes my hand from his knee and places it back on my lap. I KNEW IT. That tiny brunette in the paper is his main squeeze. I feel a sense of despair in thinking she is the one who sleeps with him at night.

'As you wish Grey. I will be your "girlfriend".' He smiles and reaches into his coat pocket.

'Great, now if you would just sign this form saying you won't disclose that you are not in fact my girlfriend and any other information you may receive while living with me.

'Are you Batman?' I say with a laugh while reaching out to take the paper from him. He dives deeper into his pockets for a pen and hands it over as well.

'Excuse me?' His eyes light and full of laughter.

'Lets just say you have more than one Bruce Wayne like characteristics.' I giggle and sign my name along the two dotted lines.

'Oh, Faith.' He sighs tucking the signed piece of paper back into his coat pocket.

'What if I'm not a hero? What if I'm the bad guy?'