Page 17 of Seductive Scoundrel

“Are you kidding me right now? Gifts, proposals,andapologies? What the hell has gotten into you? Is this really Dean?”

“Good-night, Jeffrey.”

“Later, boss man.”

I spend the rest of the drive home searching through the Versace website and flip Jeffrey an email with the dress I’ve chosen for Mia. Something tells me that red is going to be her color. I add a pair of classic black Louboutins because I want to fuck her while she’s wearing them and nothing else.

And fine. Also, because I want to spoil her, and her salary can’t afford splurges like these. And I might also want to be forgiven so she keeps our date on Saturday night. I’ve worked too goddamn hard for her to cancel on me now because she didn’t get the attention she wanted exactly when she wanted it.

I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even walk away, I should run. But I won’t.

Mia is officially under my skin.

Chapter Six

Mia

I could barely getup this morning. Probably because I stayed up way too late waiting for Mr. Big Dick.

Last time that’ll be happening.

Maybe I’m prewired for disappointment because there was a painfully familiar tightness in my chest last night. It was the same feeling I used to get with Kyle. No amount of lies or promises ever got rid of it, which taught me one very important thing.

Always trust my instincts.

And my instincts are telling me to stay away from Mr. Big Dick. I’m not stupid. I know he’s just playing with me until the next woman catches his interest. But still, standing a girl up when phone sex is on the menu is a very bad sign.

“Miss. Miss Mia. Hey, Miss Mia Ford,” a voice calls from behind.

Hearing my name stops me cold.

I turn, scanning the busy street. Standing beside a Bentley is a guy in a dark grey suit, holding up a sign with my name on it. Suddenly I feel like I’m at the airport.

This is definitely a Mr. Big Dick move.

Annoyance, excitement, and giddiness bubble inside me as I stride up to the guy, wondering if Dean is in the backseat watching me through those tinted windows.

I seriously hope not because I look like a wreck. Messy bun, a bit of mascara and lip gloss, white button-up shirt with black pants – not my most flattering work outfit. In retrospect, I probably look more like a waitress than an auditor. But, when in haste, grab the first clean things you find.

If Dean is in the car, I’m sure he’ll cancel dinner when he catches a glimpse of me. Can’t say I blame him. Even my underwear ranges more on the granny than the sexy side.

Although, my train wreck of a morning ishisfault. Suddenly, my emotions shift from embarrassment to anger.

“Mr. McCormick asked me to give you a ride this morning. I’m his driver, Robert.”

“Is Mr. McCormick in the car?” I demand, trying to peer through the dark windows. Guess that’s why they call it privacy tint – I can’t see jack!

Concern grows on the older gentleman’s face. He seems sweet and doesn’t deserve my wrath. “No, I’m sorry, he’s not. My instructions are only to give you a ride. Let me drive you wherever you’re going.”

I get the sense he’s worried Dean will be upset if I don’t accept.

I pull out my phone, checking the time. Now I’m really late. At least with a ride, GI Jane won’t be breathing down my neck. She hates it when anyone is late and absolutely no excuse is good enough, even the second coming of Christ. “Madison Ave and 27thplease Robert.”

“Very good, miss.” He opens the back door for me with a flourish.

Shooting him a smile, I climb in. “Thanks. You can call me Mia.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mia.”

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