Page 2 of Game Changer

I carefully pick and choose the women I sleep with. I vet them, if you will, so when we say goodbye after we’ve had fun, they aren’t going to chase me down looking for more.

My work keeps me too busy for a social life, and my choice to not commit to one woman means there’s a permanent lasso wrapped around my heart.

I’m self-aware. I’m not strolling through life avoiding a relationship because I have issues that date back to my childhood.

To put it simply, I’m happy living alone. I’m happier when I’m fucking different women.

There’s no need to delve deeper than that.

“When was your divorce finalized?” I question.

Her gaze drops to her hand. “What?”

“Your marriage ended when?”

“It’s not officially over.” She rolls her eyes. “We separated last week.”

Nodding, I scan the room. “Is this your first time out since you two called it quits?”

Her shoulders slump forward. “Yes, and it’s hard.”

“What’s your name?” I’m not interested in knowing this woman, but she wants to feel something from me. Outright rejection will sting. I sense that’s the last thing she needs right now.

“Holly.” Her smile brightens. “What’s your name?”

“I’m William.”

“I like that.” She flutters her extra-long eyelashes. “What are you looking for, Will?”

For starters, I’m looking to be called William, notWill.

I let it slide because Holly and I are about to part ways after I give her some sage advice. “Take some time to figure out what you want, Holly. Don’t jump into bed with just any guy because you’re trying to prove you can still turn heads. You’re beautiful. You’re also vulnerable right now, so give it a minute to sink in that you’re single.”

Her bottom lip trembles. “My ex told me I’d never find another man.”

“He’s a lying bastard,” I snap. “You’re going to have them lining up to take you out.”

Her brows perk. “You think?”

“I know.” I push away from the bar. “Give it some time and take care of yourself.”

Her eyes lock on mine. “I would have slept with you.”

She’s made that abundantly clear, but I don’t point it out.

“It wasn’t meant to be.” I button my tuxedo jacket. “If you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I need to speak with.”

With one last glance over my six foot two inch frame, Holly sighs. “If you change your mind, I’ll be here for the next hour.”

I don’t bother repeating the fact that we’re not happening tonight, or any night. The only reason I’m at this gala is to do a job, and it’s time I get to work.

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William

I slidemy game face on as I venture through the crowd toward tonight’s target.

Rose Petal.

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