Page 83 of Sex, Lies, and Margarita Mixes

I grit my teeth. “No thanks. We were toxic as hell, and you know it.”

“Maybe.” A pause. “But we were also fire.”

I stare at the ceiling and exhale before saying as clearly as I can, “I’m fire with my husband and I’m hanging up now.”

“Rox—”

Click.

Dropping the phone onto the desk, I scream into my arm.

Chase walks in the front door with a smoothie just then. “Do I want to know?”

I sigh and wave at the phone. “Holden. He invited me to his launch party for his new event catering thing.”

Melody stands and says she’s heading out for lunch and will be back in half an hour.

Chase nods at her and sets the smoothie down before leaning against my desk and crossing his arms. “He wanted to invite you… Interesting. You going?” His tone is different than I expected.

I glance at him. “Do you want me to go?”

Looking down at me, he smiles. Slowly. “Of course, I want you to go… and I want you to steal his shine. Need a plus one?”

I blink up at him. “You’re dangerous.”

He leans down and kisses me deeply. My toes curl as his tongue slides over mine before his lips cling. He pulls back and I’m totally breathless as he growls, “You love it.”

“Damn right I do.” I mutter and grab his head, pulling his face back down to mine.

The night of the event, I wear a black satin jumpsuit with a plunging neckline and a blazer thrown casually over my shoulders. My dark hair is in soft waves. My makeup is flawless, and my red lips are on point and match my stilettos.

Chase, wearing a tailored black suit that looks like it was designed just for him, whistles low. “Babe. You’re gonna give him a heart attack.”

“Good.” I grab my clutch. “Ready to watch me burn down the room, baby?”

Taking my hand, he grins. “Lead the way, wife of mine.”

The venue is packed. Reporters. Bloggers. Influencers. A few familiar vendors who wave sheepishly when they spot me.

Holden’s at the center of it, basking in the spotlight, standing next to his celebrity chef, who’s wearing a designer chef’s jacket. He spots me instantly and makes a show of coming over. “Roxy Ruiz!” He opens his arms theatrically. “The legend herself.”

My maiden name… really?

I smile coolly. “Holden. And it’s Roxy West as you well know.”

He waves his hand as though it was a simple mistake before kissing both of my cheeks. “God, you look incredible.” He gestures to the man next to him. It’s the guy who lost to Knox on Hottest Chef. “Are you familiar with my chef, Easton Calibre?”

Chase steps forward, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me into his side. “She always does.” He holds his hand out to Easton. “Oh, yes, I believe you know our friend Knox Levi.”

Damn, baby. Savage.

Holden’s smile tightens. “Ah. Chase. Good to see you, man.”

Easton smiles. It’s friendly. “I know Knox well. It’s nice to meet friends of his.”

“You too,” Chase says calmly to both men. “Congrats on the catering gig.”

“Thanks.” Holden gestures grandly. “Big dreams, right?”

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