Page 1 of Cocky Prince
Chapter One
Hayden
That shit.He got the promotion?
I read the email again, leaning closer to the screen. Adam Cade has been at Blue Casino for only nine months, hired as an assistant to the hospitality manager. And now he’s replacing her?
I take deep breaths, my face heating to bursting. Hiring Adam to run hospitality will enlarge his pretty-boy inflated ego to mass proportions. He was overqualified when he came on board as an assistant, but still. I sink my forehead to the desk and thump it a couple of times, puffs of breath fanning across the smooth surface. This means Adam and I are at the same level.Expected to work together…
A knock sounds at the door, and I quickly look up. What are the chances it’s Adam?
Given his knack for infuriating me? High.
I shove my keyboard away and stand, gazing at the distant view outside my window. Lake Tahoe’s mountains, the deep blue water, they’re what I turn to when things fall apart. And until recently, I had left it all behind.
Adam’s promotion is just one small annoyance on top of the heap of crap I’ve encountered after returning to Lake Tahoe to work at Blue Casino. This new stuff I’ve run into is worse than what made me flee in the middle of the night with my family eleven years ago, because it affects more than just a few people.
I square my shoulders and take a deep breath. “Come in,” I say, and look toward the door.
I’m a professional. I can handle this…
The snick of the doorknob sounds, followed by the swish of heavy wood gliding over piled carpet. An Armani-clad, gorgeous man stands in the doorway. My breathing grows shallow and my stomach flutters, like they always do when he enters a room, dammit.
Adam’s mouth twitches, his intelligent blue gaze taking in my face, the set of my shoulders. I’m pretty sure he’s aware of the physical effect he has on me, but I’ll never admit to it.
Another employee walks past my door, stops, and shakes Adam’s hand. “Congrats, man. About time. Now you’rein.”
At Blue Casino, beinginmeans having knowledge of and access to the casino’s illegal activities, and there’s a good chance Adam is a part of that now. Even with his qualifications, no one rises this quickly unless they’ve got an inside connection.
Adam dips his chin in a friendly nod. “Thank you,” he says, and the man continues on. Adam closes the door, sealing us inside. His gaze returns to me.
Adam Cade is exactly the kind of snobby, rich guy I despise. He’s been given every luxury in life—wealth, the right connections—whereas I’ve busted my ass academically and professionally and earned everything. “No need to gloat.” I turn back toward the window, hoping the view will make this encounter less painful. “I read the email.”
I should have been informed of Adam’s promotionbeforeit was announced; I manage the human resources department. Adam was on my short list, but I’d been working day and night to recruit someone else, certain I could find a person more qualified. The fact that the CEO hired Adam behind my back proves the CEO is once again putting me in my place and keeping me out of the loop.
I look over my shoulder when he doesn’t comment right away.
Adam’s sexy mouth is slanted in a mock pout. “No congratulations, Hayden?” His large, masculine hand—rougher looking than it should appear, given his rich-boy upbringing—presses the space above his heart. “I’m wounded. I truly am.”
I snort and stare back at the lake. It doesn’t surprise me that Adam is in with the CEO. Joseph Blackwell, head of Blue Casino, hadn’twantedto hire me. His hands were tied after a member of his team was caught in an attempted rape of another employee. Blackwell plucked me from the pile of applicants to replace the fired HR director and keep up appearances. Hiring another female in management was good PR in light of the scandal.
Overeager to climb to the top and prove myself, I only realized his reason for hiring meafterI’d taken the position.
I returned to Lake Tahoe to prove to myself that I am not weak. There is no way I’m running from Blue Casino and the shifty way the CEO runs things. Those in power at Blue have harmed employees in the past, and I strongly believe they’re still doing it, though I have no concrete proof.
I sense Adam approach, and my skin heats beneath the fitted blouse I’m wearing.
“How should we celebrate?” His deep, rumbly voice is near my ear, forcing me to step to the side. He’s too close. The scent of fine thread and light aftershave fills my senses, and it bothers me. I hate that I’m physically attracted to such a jerk. “I’ll even let you buy me a drink and some hot wings.”
I shake my head and glare at the side of his chiseled prep-school profile. There are so many things wrong with that statement, I don’t know where to begin. I start with the most obvious. “Hot wings?”
His blue eyes capture mine, and my mouth tenses in counterpoint to the hitching going on in my stomach. When he looks at me—really looks—I forget who I am. “They’re my favorite,” he says innocently.
Adam isn’t a man you can stare at for too long without ovulating, but the humor behind his eyes obliterates my hormone haze. When he jokes or snarks his way through a conversation, I’m reminded of the man he truly is. He’s the type of entitled ass who wouldn’t think twice about throwing someone under the bus. I should know.
“I didn’t picture you for a hot wings kind of guy,” I tell him.
Hot wings guys are men’s men who like football on Sunday and girls in bikinis, not Armani-clad up-and-comers with connections to the wealthiest people in town.
