by Sam Crescent
The next book and series would take her close to two years to finish. During that time, she would do some guest spots, touring, and of course, spending time with fans. She loved her fans.
“Let’s have breakfast tomorrow,” he said.
“Breakfast?”
“I’d like to continue this conversation over breakfast.”
“Erm, weren’t you on a date tonight?”
“I was, but it wasn’t exclusive and I’m not seeing her again.”
“Okay, I want to stop you right there because that is not happening,” she said. “There’s no way you can date one woman and then ask another out. That’s wrong, and it’s mean.”
“Sandy doesn’t care. She’s already got a new man lined up to take her out.”
“Wow, you have no idea what is wrong with that statement.”
“You don’t go out and have fun, is that it?”
“I have fun, but just because I decide not to go out with you doesn’t mean I don’t know how to.” Danielle was so relieved to see him entering the private underground parking facility. She didn’t want to spend another moment in this man’s company. The instant he parked, she was out of the car.
Walking to the elevator, she clicked the button and cursed as Brice came to stand beside her.
“You’re the first woman I know who has gotten angry at being asked to have breakfast with me. Are you not an early riser?” Brice asked.
“I’m not angry with you for asking me to have breakfast with you. What I’m angry about is … you really don’t care, do you?”
“Care about what?”
Turning to stare at him, Danielle didn’t even understand why she was trying to explain it to him.
“You were with another woman less than an hour ago.” She spoke to him slowly, hoping he’d understand. “Is your ego so big you don’t even care?”
“I think what is shocking is that you care a lot more than me. Sandy knows the deal. We were not exclusive, and I tend to go after what I want.”
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah, and I want you.”
The elevator opened up, and she stepped inside. Folding her arms across her chest, she tried to take deep breaths.
In with anger.
Out with love.
This man, she couldn’t believe him.
Actually, she could.
He thought he could have anyone and everything and to hell with the consequences. This wasn’t a game to her. She didn’t know Sandy and had never said more than a few words to her, but that still didn’t give him the right to cheat on her. She didn’t know anything about Sandy or Brice, but it didn’t sit well with her to be with men who were with other women.
She felt annoyed for Sandy.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him on his cell phone. He let out a chuckle before pocketing it.
“You know I’ve heard you’re one hell of a cook,” he said.
“You ever watch an episode of my show?”
“Nope.”
“Then you don’t know if I am or not.”
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”
“I don’t do this, Brice. Not ever. I have no interest in dating you or being anything with you. Honestly.”
The doors opened on her floor.
“You know I love it when a woman plays hard to get.”
She stepped off the elevator and turned toward him. He was a good-looking man. Sexy, hot, short dark hair, he didn’t seem to have a drinking problem, nor did she smell the lingering stench of cigarette smoke. For the most part he was one hell of a catch. She knew if her parents ever found out that he’d asked her, they would be thrilled. More than thrilled. But, and this was a huge but, she didn’t date men who had no respect for women. When she did finally meet a man, she wanted to have the fantasy. The fairy tale. To be with someone who loved her, not just what she could do for them.
“I’m not playing, Brice. Lovely to meet you, but no thanks.”
She spun on her heel and made her way to her apartment. Closing and locking the door behind her, she kicked off her ridiculously high heels and gasped as her feet touched the cold floor.
“Now that is heaven.”
Removing the necklace, rings, and finally earrings, she walked back to the respective boxes and packaged them up ready to be collected by tomorrow. She’d been approached to wear a certain brand of jewelry that had been handcrafted. They were beautiful pieces, expensive, and ones she never intended to wear again.
With them waiting to be collected, she walked to the bedroom.
Removing her gown, she placed it in the laundry basket and took a quick shower, washing off the long night. Her feet hurt, and her head was throbbing a little. Too much champagne and not enough food.
Once she was dressed in a nightshirt and shorts, she entered her kitchen. With a packet of pre-cooked noodles, she set about making herself a quick chicken stir-fry. She didn’t even bother using a bowl. Putting a heatproof mat on the table, she set her wok down and began to eat.
Thinking about Brice, she shook her head.
“That man is insane if he thinks it’s going to be easy to win me over.”
Admittedly, she found it charming that he offered her a ride and also the way he touched her. The moment his hand grazed her skin, her body had come alive as if it had a mind of its own.
Bad news.
Very bad news.
End of sample chapter
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