He stared at me, cold and unmoved. But I could see the icy turmoil in the depths of his eyes. He didn’t like that one. He didn’t like that I knew, maybe. That I’d been doing my research.
But it really wasn’t very hard to find out that he’d just been dumped by his fiancée—the multi-millionaire CEO of a cosmetics company. A smart, beautiful, successful businesswoman. Probably a way better catch than he deserved, anyway.
“So why do you wear a non-wedding ring on your ring finger now?” I inquired.
“Maybe I don’t plan on ever getting married,” he said flatly.
“I’m sure the single women of the world will be devastated to hear it.”
“More than you might think.”
I held his gaze and asked him, “Was it your choice to break up with your fiancée mere hours after your debut in a leaked sex tape? Or was thatherchoice?”
He didn’t answer that.
I got up to leave, taking my margarita with me. “Terrible, isn’t it, when someone has the power to take something you love away from you.”
His green eyes burned into mine.
I turned and walked away.
Chapter Thirteen
Devi
Hours later, I stood on the curb outside the bar, hugging myself against the chill. It wasn’t raining but it was past midnight, and my best friend had just been packed into a car with her husband.
Jude stood in the open door of the car, leaning over, talking to them. And right about the time I started to wonder if he’d forgotten about me, he shut the door, patted the roof of the car and off they went.
Then Jude strolled over to me.
“What the hell? Where’s my ride?” I asked him. “It’s cold out here and I’m not that drunk.”
“Change of plan,” he informed me. “Your cab’s been cancelled. Got you a ride home.” He thumbed over his shoulder and I looked that way.
Tucked into the mouth of the alley, like twenty feet away, between the bar and the grand Crystal hotel next door, sat a gleaming silver-ish Bentley.
“Oh, no.”
“No?” Jude studied me, looking amused. “I have word he’s your new boss.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Unfortunately.”
The amusement faded. “This okay with you? I can arrange somethin’ else.”
I blew out a garbled, annoyed breath. Rolf stood next to the car, watching me. He opened the back door and there sat Dane. Waiting for me.
Pompous. Jackass.
“He offered me a ride?”
“He wants to drive you home, darlin’. This a bad idea?”
“Yeah. Very bad. You might be putting someone in danger. And that someone will not be me.”
The amusement was back. “You want, I’ll go tell him to save it for the office.”
“No. I’ll be okay. Thanks.”
