The media isn’t watching.
The need to step into my expensive Mr. Nice Guy shoes just isn’t here.
Hell, I’m tempted to toss on a pair of Wes’s favorite Fuck Off loafers.
Show him the level of ruthlessness I’m capable of reaching for the people I care about.
“You look familiar,” Wheeler murmurs, head tilting slightly to one side.
“Funny,” my fingers link with my girl’s allowing them to be lifted to my lips, “you don’t.”
She smiles over the kiss delivered to her knuckles prompting him to huff, “We’ve met before.”
“I meet a lot of people. I’m one of the board members for Wilcox Enterprises.”
“Pretty sure it was at a charity auction.”
“I go to a lot of those on behalf of the company. You’ll have to be more specific if you would like me to be impressed.”
He struggles not to narrow his stare in irritation.
What?!
I do!
Part of the whole “Face” of Wilcox Enterprises arrangement Wes and I have.
Sure, it’s a little different now.
I thank Bryn for that.
I thank that crazy chick for so much butespeciallythat.
It’s good to have him out of the estate.
Back in the office.
Spending more time in the spotlight I stood infor himfor years.
I don’t mind having my photo taken or kissing ass or playing the role of Number One like a good second in command should.
I’m just grateful now it’s anoptionversus a requirement.
Sure, the world isn’t cooing over his burn scars, but it’s not entirely sickened by it either.
“Might’ve been for Bennett Enterprises?” Wheeler casually throws out. “Or Frost?”
“Perhaps.” Disinterest lingers in my tone. “Our company does business with both.”
“Well,you’renot who I’ve got business with here.” His attention swings back to the beauty in our presence. “Can we go somewhere and talk, J?” One small glance of disgust in my direction precedes him adding, “Alone.”
“No,” I answer on her behalf, frame strengthening to its full 6’0 length. “My girlfriendis kind of in the middle of a datewith me, so it sounds like you’ve got business withmeafter all.”
Without bothering to meet my glare, he grunts, “Later?”
“We’ll be in the middle of somethingelsethen,” J saucily announces after a suggestive bite to her bottom lip. “Probably ‘til the morning.”
As if summoned to the captain’s chair, my cock begins to rise, prompting me to casually adjust myself, an action that gets her not only snickering, but swaying closer once more.
