Page 23 of The Boardroom: Cassidy
“Yes?” said a high pitched, sultry voice behind the door, and I found myself face to face with a woman…one who was probably five years younger and five inches taller than I was. She had blazing red hair and wore a black silk sleep shirt draped off her shoulder in a way that practically declared that she had just gotten laid.
“Oh, um…” I stuttered. “This is a bad time, I, um…”
Just as I was about to frantically turn to go, I saw Cassidy approach from the kitchen. He was wearing only his navy boxer shorts and had an ice pack on his shoulder soothing what must have been a wound from his fight with Ben.
“Eliza?” he asked. “Really? Do you really think there’s anything you could do to make up for lying to me like that? Do you?”
I stood there frozen, staring at him in terror. The redhead just stood back, amused at the drama playing out in front of her. Cassidy, who was usually so happy-go-lucky about life, was staring at me with a look of deep shame and disappointment that felt like a stab in the gut.
The redhead smirked at me, and then looked down at me with a pitiful gaze as if I were a lost puppy that no one was coming to rescue.
“I’ll go now,” I said, running down the stairs before the tears started. I couldn’t believe my stupidity. But I couldn’t blame him. I had deserved it.
I had thought that playboys couldn’t have their hearts broken. But I was clearly mistaken.
