Page 57 of Playing With Secrets
“I’m here on business and met up with Jamison.”
“When was this?”
“We got together during his off hours, so don’t get all territorial and think I’m trying to get him back to Miami. Not that I wouldn’t bring him back in a second. That man is a genius.” Mateo eyes an exotic beauty strutting by, but brings his gaze back to me.
Jamison’s name grinds on my every bone. I slam my cognac and turn to get another.
As I wait, I address Mateo. “So you met with Jamison and didn’t think to contact me?”
Yes, I see how I’m projecting my feelings about Dorothy onto Mateo. Right now, I’m completely fine with it. I’m sick of Jamison getting everything that’s mine.
What is so great about that guy that he gets first place every time?
“Hunter, you’re never in town. I’m shocked to see you. It was an oversight, so try to forget about it. You know how these business trips go. We fill our schedules, get laid, and leave.” Mateo shifts away from more eye candy and orders another drink.
I glance at the bartender while I wait for my well-overdue cognac to arrive. “I’m curious. Did Jamison have a woman he dated during his time in Miami?”
“Nothing serious, but he saw a couple of women from time to time. He’s particular, so those options don’t always show themselves.” Mateo leans against the counter and looks me over to figure out where I’m going with this.
My interest zones in on that comment. “What do you mean, he’s particular?”
“Hunter, I can’t divulge those details. My business would lose all credibility if I did. You wouldn’t want me sharing details I know about you, so leave it alone.”
“Point taken.” I twist in that thought while he gets approached by a tall blonde.
Not only does Mateo own the best A-list clubs and fancy restaurants on earth, but he also owns high-end sex clubs worldwide, so my mind is spinning.
I’ve had my fair share of fun exploring that side of myself at his clubs. Knowing Jamison has too, gives me some ammunition. At the same time, it guts me because he’s taken that to bed with Dorothy.
The worst part is Mateo said Jamison was only with a couple of women. He was there for two years, so his particular kink isn’t something he’s open to sharing with just anyone.
He’s not into the typical threesome or swapping. It’s something way more intimate. That thought has me turning back to the bartender and making my next drink a double.
Here I thought I came out to escape her. Instead, I’m fucking doused with her. She’s gasoline, filling any man's gas tank. A flammable liquid that fuels passion on every level and flows through my veins as blood.
Mateo returns to face me after taking the woman’s number he’ll never call. “What’s on your mind, Hunter? Let’s see if I can help.”
“Nothing a little more alcohol can’t erase.” I glance his way as the bartender slides us two drinks.
We pick them up, clink our glasses, and down them in one shot. The rest of our conversation is about how to take over every opposing business we’ve come upon.
Somewhere between our conversation and bathroom breaks, we separate. I’m way past my limit, and under thehaze of the alcohol, every woman here is a duplicate of Dorothy.
It's a good thing I have some self-control. Otherwise, I’d be taking every one of these women home with me.
“Could it be? Yes, I believe you’re Hunter Efron.” A gorgeous brunette sways up to me.
“That would be me, and who might you be?” My eyes drag down and back up her body.
Damn, she’s sexy.
“I’m Isabella Carter.” She bats her hazel eyes. “Would you enjoy some company?”
“That would be wonderful. What’s your poison? I’ll order you a drink.” I pull out the barstool next to me and gesture for her to sit.
Her bare legs come into view because the slit in her red dress opens as she slides onto the chair.
“Thank you. I’d love a glass of sauvignon blanc.”
