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“Yeah?”
“New York’s biggest playboy millionaire.” He put on a ‘rich guy’ accent and turned his nose up just a little.
“You know him?”
“My firm has done work with some of his businesses. He owns properties all over the world and his toe dipped in several industries
. I guess he’s looking to get into the restaurant game now.”
“He has no restaurant experience?”
Miguel shrugged a little and finished off his glass of wine, taking it to the kitchen. He started to put it in the sink but then set it back on the counter, pouring himself a second glass. “I’m not sure. I don’t know him personally, but I think this is going to be the first restaurant with his name on it.”
“Perfect!”
“Perfect?” He asked, settling beside me again. “I would think that would be bad news.”
“Not at all.” I sang, grinning brightly. “If he’s never run a restaurant before, then that means he has no idea what he’s doing, right? It’s like getting a slab of clay thrown in front of you. I’ll get to mold that restaurant into what I want it to be and I won’t have to spend months trying to fix whatever the last manager fucked up.”
Miguel glanced at me and then looked away. “Unless the guy running everything is just as hard headed as you.”
“I’m not hard headed.”
“Right, and the pope isn’t catholic.”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “Anyway, if he gives me any push back, I’ll just fight him on it.”
“And he’ll fight right back.”
“You’re being very negative.”
Miguel held his hands up. “Look, I’m not trying to argue with you, I just don’t want you walking into the lion’s den uninformed.”
“Well, thanks for the warning.”
“Plus, he’s a notorious womanizer, so you might want to keep your guard up?”
That was a quick transition. I glanced at Miguel and cocked my head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re a pretty girl and he likes pretty girls, so watch out.”
Pretty girl. I’d heard that a lot in my life. My long, jet black hair and olive skin was a gift from my grandmother who was one hundred percent native American. My emerald eyes, however, were from my dad. The stark contrast often caught people off guard. I’d never really had a problem finding lover’s and flings. Men liked my wide hips, ample ass and toned arms. I didn’t really think about my beauty often, though. I wasn’t a vain person.
“I’m pretty good about not falling into the snake pit.”
Miguel chuckled and stood. “I know. If anyone can resist Jami, it’s you. Just be aware.” He stood and offered his hand to help me stand.
Once I was off the couch, Miguel led me to the guest room. It was a light purple and blue themed room with a large bed and en suite bathroom. “Man, this is a nice place. Especially for New York.”
“I got lucky.” He said, tipping his now empty glass my way. “Get some sleep. I’m sure dealing with Jamison is going to be exhausting.”
“I think I’ll be alright.”
Miguel smiled and pushed himself off the door frame. “Well, if anyone can handle him, it’s you.”
I smiled and blew him a kiss before he disappeared down the hallway. I sighed and went to the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the hot water. I’d had a long flight and I was looking forward to finally washing all the travel grime off me.
Right before I stepped into the shower, my phone went off. I glanced at the buzzing device I’d set on the counter and sighed. It was probably an email. I reached out to pick it up, but stopped short when I realized it was my dad texting.
