It was the way she looked at him when he crossed her path. The subtle cat-like gaze, eyes narrowed, as she assessed him.
She was in her late twenties—maybe five or six years older than him, but that made her even sexier. She was sitting with a man in his late forties who had that air of Big Man on Campus. He looked like a former jock who expected beautiful younger women to fall at his feet.
Audrey was everything. Classy. Gorgeous. And smart. He could see her brains as they worked—she had a plan.
They were kindred spirits. In that moment, he knew he’d met his other half, his fate.
When she looked at him, she knew it, too.
A thrill ran down his spine.
He approached Vicki Montero. Just because he had spied his possible soul mate across the room didn’t mean he could forget about his current plans.
Audrey watched him. She touched the inner thigh of the man with her.
The next hour became a game of cat and mouse. He began the seduction of Vicki Montero. The dual relationship tracts excited him. When the blonde excused herself to step outside, Garrett excused himself and followed her.
“I have a date,” she told Garrett.
“So do I.”
She raised an eyebrow. “It seems we both like older lovers.”
“Do we? Or maybe we haven’t found the right lover.”
“I need two weeks.”
“Why?”
She smiled slyly. “I’m Audrey.”
“Garrett. Why two weeks?”
“I’m in the middle of something important. Go play with the old woman for a while, and meet me here two weeks from tomorrow.”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
She tilted her chin up defiantly, with a glimmer of lust in her eyes.
He leaned in, she stepped back, hit the wall. He smiled, leaned in closer, his lips an inch from hers. She smelled dark and dangerous and sexy.
“In two weeks,” he whispered and went back inside without the promised kiss.
Clara Dolan much preferred the name Audrey, she decided, and when she was done with her current mark, she might officially change her name.
It would really tick off her mother, an added bonus.
She returned to the bar after she composed herself. That encounter—that almost kiss—was unexpected. She had never instantly lusted for a man before in her life. But when Garrett walked in, she saw something in him that drew her to him, a moth to a flame. If she didn’t have something important to do, she would have left with him right then and there.
He had skills. The way he charmed the old bat was a master class in seduction.
But Clara had her own game to play, which was why she gave him a fake name. She hoped to see him again... but if she didn’t, then no harm, no foul.
She wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to destroy her nemesis. Even for a hot guy.
Emily Masters had it coming, the bitch.
She’d stolen Clara’s boyfriend. She’d stolen Clara’s promotion. She acted like the oh-so-sweet girl next door when she was really a conniving little bitch.
