Rachel and her man-of-the-moment thought they were so smart. A bodyguard wouldn’t prevent me from acting. Didn’t they realize I’d played this precarious game for years? Outwitting cops, reporters, and even my victims was a finely honed skill—like any refined craft. I knew what to say and do so that I was always a step ahead of everyone. Nobody second-guessed me.
I was that good at what I did. With all the places I’d been… All the women I’d known… I had no choice but to be sharper than the so-called experts.
Some people might say I was a master manipulator—either that or I was superb with women. But I didn’t believe I was that arrogant or that illogical. Instead, I saw myself as someone who was observant of people. I watched them carefully, learning everything possible about them until I knew them exceedingly well. I discovered their little idiosyncrasies and hidden desires—the things they thought they wanted.
That was the key—learn all you could and then use it to your benefit. Over the years, I’d gained different techniques depending on who I pursued.
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