I wasn’t a fan of the latter.
“Looking for something?” Jason must have noticed my puzzled expression.
I shook my head. “I should probably get out there.” The girls would be wondering where I disappeared to, and there was only so much lying a girl could do in one day.
He didn’t stop me as I walked out the door and back into the world of glitz, girls, and rehearsed smiles.
Everyone knows that fucking the boss is a bad idea, but falling for him?
Now that’s just plain suicide.
THIRTY-TWO
I’d be lyingif I said I didn’t walk out of that room without the overwhelming urge to turn around and spend the rest of the day in Jason’s company.
The rational part of me knew it was a terrible idea.
But the other part, the part that had been steadily forming an attachment to him, was already replaying every smirk, every glance, every little moment that made me feel like I wasn’t just another warm body in his bed.
Falling for the elusive, emotionally unavailable rich bastard was always the turning point in my mother’s erotic novels.
I used to roll my eyes at those stories.
Pathetic. Unrealistic.
Unfortunately, the universe has a cruel sense of humor. Because there I was, living out my very own cliché.
I didn’t have long to think about it though, because as soon as I swam out into slut-infested territory, I was surrounded by a frenzy of flesh-eating girls in bedazzled bikinis.
I braced myself for the impact of their incredibly nosey questions, but they were far too excited about the male suitor at the front desk.
Sarah poked at my side. “Your little friend is here to see you,” she chimed.
“Friend?” I asked, bewildered by her words. Last time I checked, I only had three.
“Mr. Ethan is here to whisk you away and make you his princess,” Jade teased as a dozen other girls buzzed around us, fluttering her eyelashes at me.
“That’s crazy,” I said while fending off wandering hands. “I haven’t spoken to him in weeks.”
“Well, he’s waiting for you up front.” Before I could protest, Jade grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the front desk.
Sure enough, Ethan was there, flipping a quarter over his fingers while absently scanning a flyer for Pink Cherrie’s next big event.
“Interested?” I asked, nodding toward the flyer.
The quarter slipped from his fingers, rolling onto the floor as his eyes met mine. “Not really my kind of party,” he admitted, smiling softly. He greeted Jade, who nodded politely before leaving me with one last encouraging elbow to the ribs.
I rolled my eyes at the giggling behind me. “Sorry about them.”
“I don’t mind.” He shrugged. “It’s not their fault I’m so damn sexy.” I laughed, but he wasn’t too far from the truth.
If I wasn’t constantly comparing him to Jason, then maybe I’d be just as smitten as the rest of them.
Maybe I’d let myself fall for someone safe.
“So, what can I help you with, Mr. Sexy?” I joked.
“I was wondering if you’d like to grab something to eat with me.”
