And now she was getting married! What did he see in her? Truly, she must have drugged him or something if he agreed to marry that whiny, ugly little bitch.
Clara didn’t want him back, not after he got into Emily’s pants. Obviously, his taste was mediocre. But she still tried to break them up because really, he couldn’t possibly think thatEmilywas a better woman thanClara.But their relationship didn’t fall apart.
So Clara decided to ruin her wedding.
She smiled at Richard Masters, Emily’s father. Emily’smarriedfather. Clara would make sure that his wife and daughter both knew he’d strayed... a couple days before theI dos.It would make Emily miserable. Maybe she’d call off the wedding, though Clara didn’t really much care. She just wanted to hurt her, the perfect little Daddy’s Girl.
Garrett may have been good at seducing older women; Clara was a master at seducing men of all ages.
Except for one asshole who had a stick up his ass. Someday, that arrogant, self-righteous prick of a lawyer would get what was coming to him. No man refused Clara.
Seduction was the easy part. The hard part—and the fun part—was ensuring she got everything out of the aftermath that she wanted.
Two weeks later, Clara ordered a two-hundred-dollar bottle of champagne as she waited for Garrett.
Everything had worked out even better than Clara planned.
Emily still got married—Clara didn’t care about that—but after her father was disinvited to the wedding, Emily had cried for days and looked like a wreck even with all the makeup. The reception was at a hotel and Clara watched the festivities from the hotel bar.
She loved throwing a bomb and walking away.
Thenhewalked into the Odyssey. Garrett. As hot and sexy as she remembered.
She poured him a glass of champagne and asked, “How’s your girlfriend?”
He took the offered glass, sipped, assessed her. “Satisfied.Verysatisfied.”
Clara said, “I only share if there’s something in it for me.”
He leaned forward. “I don’t share.”
His eyes were dark then, dangerous, a hint of violence.
Her stomach twisted in excitement. “This will be fun,” she whispered before she realized she had spoken.
He smiled then, his eyes sparkling with lust and humor. He really was perfect in all ways. “Tell me what you did these last two weeks.”
She told him everything. How she seduced Richard Masters. Not that it had taken any effort, he had wanted her from the minute he saw her. They had a “wild” affair that she “accidentally” exposed to his wife and daughter. “He didn’t know what hit him,” Clara said. “Emily knew. She knew I set up the whole thing and that made it even better.”
“What did she do to you?”
“What didn’t she do? Stole my boyfriend, took my job—the lying bitch maneuvered behind my back. She has been a thorn in my side ever since she came intomybusiness. But I won. Her wedding was yesterday, and she was miserable the entire time. It won’t last.”
“It won’t?”
“No.”
“Maybe I can help, Audrey.”
In that moment, she fell in love. In that moment, she knew there would be no one else for her except Garrett Reid.
“Maybe you can,” she said, leaned forward, and kissed him. Lightly. Teasingly.
He grabbed her wrist and held it tight. “If this is going to work, there will be no secrets, no lies, no games between us.”
Then, she almost told him her real name. She almost told him everything about her life. But at the last second, she decided to keep it to herself. After all, she had a trust fund. It would be best that he didn’t know quite how much money she had, at least not yet.
Maybe she’d tell him later.
