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Then again, I’m the one who hired the hot brunette with the gorgeous tits without reference checking, so I’m not exactly businessman of the year!
Then last night I headed to the Obsidian Club.
“What has you distracted?”Colt asked, leaning against the bar beside me.
“Nothing,” I snap, then shake my head.“Just a business contract.”
“I thought you were signing it tomorrow,” he replies.
They all know it’s a big contract, but they know none of the details.Not even that it’s a British company, which could link Lexi.Hell, who would have thought?
I tossed back my drink and lifted a finger to order another.
“Yeah, we are.It’s all good.I’ve just got a few other things on my mind.”
“Let me guess, brunette, yea tall and a set of knockers that could increase my bottom line by five percent if you hadn’t hired her first.”
I grimaced at him.
“No one says knockers.And don’t talk about her that way.”
He smirks.“So, you fucked her, and you like her.”
“I don’t like her,”
A lie.
My dream the night before was a blur of her in a cowboy outfit trying to rob me while said knockers were exposed.Trust me, those hard nipples are a good distraction and if anyone was going to start robbing trains again, I’d recommend using women.
She shot me right in the chest while I was imagining my mouth sucking on those nubs.
It woke me up with a hard on.
Who gets hard after getting shot in a dream?
Me, that’s who!
“Then why aren’t you heading over to Kennedy, who has been licking her lips at you for the past forty-five minutes?”
I tossed back my drink and dropped it on the bar.
“Fine, I like her.But just like the rest of the women in this town, apparently she’s after one thing.And it’s not my cock.”
I walked out.
The cold hard reality is, snagging a billionaire is not something most women—or men—would say no to.
Money is security.
We all want that.
Statistically, not everyone is going to have skills to create an income that exceeds their needs.It has never happened and likely never will.
Does that mean I should ask Lexi to return and trust her?
I don’t know.
“See you at the suit fitting,” Colt calls out.
