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Goddammit. I’m doomed.
6
SONIA
If there’sone thing I’m proud of, it’s my poker face. And I’ve never needed it more than now.
The second he walked into the room, I recognized him. My Phoenix from last night.
Tall, broad, dark…even better without the mask. Although the real tell was the trim of his beard. The sideburns shaped to perfection, a few gray hairs mixed in the dark ones.
Not to mention, the silver at his temples.
Yep, my Phoenix alright.
That would have been bad enough if he were just any man, butno. The man I met last night is none other than Edwin Lyons.
AKA my boss.
But worse than that. My ex-boyfriend’sdad.
I knew I’d have to meet Nate’s father by working here. He’s the owner of this place, the whole reason Nate ran away so as not to be looped up in the family business.
However, I didn’t expect Nate’s father to beso fucking hot.
Nate’s attractive, but he’s a surfer boy, with blonde wavy hair and the friendly smile of a golden retriever. I expected his father to be much older, scragglier, and nowhere near as buff.
Oh, how I wish he was all those things.
The fucked-up feeling is threefold.
For one, the most obvious, he’s my ex’s father.
If I were a lesser woman, I’d be all over the opportunity to give Nate a big fuck you by fucking his dad. But that’s not who I am. I don’t need to get entangled with another Lyons, regardless of their value differences.
For another, Edwin is now my boss. It was bad enough last night when I was too worried to fuck him because he might be a club member. Now, it’s even worse because he’s my superior.
I’ve been with people I’ve worked with before. Especially when I first entered the hospitality industry, and I was doing grunt work at the front desk of a luxury hotel.
I made the mistake of fucking around with management once, and that didn’t end well, I’ll just say that. Too messy to justify doing it again.
So, I willnotbe fucking around where I work. Not now. Not ever again.
Thefinalreason that it feels so fucked up to be attracted to Edwin Lyons is what I know about him.
Nate nurses wounds about his father. He didn’t give me all the details. And Nate wasn’t the most guarded guy. He was all peace and love, vulnerability, and emotions. But when it came to his dad, he was rather mute.
I know those hurts run deep.
I’m not carrying a torch for Nate. I don’t need to carry his hurts with me. But I do need to protect myself.
And if Edwin is a cruel man, I don’t want to get caught up in it.
All my coherent thoughts fly out the window when Edwin steps out of Farley’s office.
Dear god, why does he have to look like that?
He tucks his hand on the inside of his jacket and pulls it across his belly as if that will somehow hide the glorious muscles I can just tell lay beneath his business professional attire.
