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Nick huffed out a breath. “Bullshit.”
“All right, I admit the idea crossed my mind, but I did some checking on Lisbeth, and she’s handled some big events in LA. Be nice if we could get some of those events swinging our way. And since she wants to grow her business in Vegas, she’s willing to give discounted prices. ”
Nick gripped his shoulder. “Just remember, it’s not smart too—”
“Shit where I eat.” Samson finished. “And who knows better than you?” This time Samson threwhima cagey look. Nick’s long-lost love from back in the day ended up being a thief who almost got them all iced.
11
“Yes, of course, I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.” Lisbeth cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear while arranging the folder she planned on showing Samson.
“I’ll have a car pick you up at nine o’clock sharp to take you to the airport. This should leave you plenty of time to get dressed and be ready by noon.” Edward had a thing about time—in business and his personal life. She always credited his punctuality to his success.
“Perfect. I already know what I’m wearing, and I can’t wait to spend the weekend with you. Setting up the Vegas apartment and organizing the new office has consumed me the last few weeks.”
“It should be a wonderful event filled with plenty of important people. My father’s thrilled to receive this award from the governor.”
Not only did Alex Monroe own one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country, but he also involved himself in numerous philanthropic causes. His name was synonymous with many charities worldwide.
“And seeing you will be the best part,” Edward added. “I’ve missed you.”
Lisbeth’s heart warmed. Edward wasn’t demonstrative or into flowery words, but he was sincere, and admitting he missed her was huge.
“I’ve missed you too.” She shuffled more papers into the folder. “I have one more appointment today, and then it’s early to bed so I can be fresh in the morning.”
“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After blowing little kisses into the phone, she swiped away the call.
She scooped up the folder she’d present to Samson, her laptop, which held photos of all her events, and shoved everything into her tote. A vision of him shirtless in his office flashed through her brain, and she quickly dismissed it, blaming Willow and her crazy assumptions. She’d watched too many Hallmark movies, or in this case, more like a Lifetime Movie; nonetheless, Lisbeth would approach Samson and his club business with a professional detachment.
* * *
Samson checked the time on his phone as he settled at the main bar, then played with a swizzle stick. A few bar-backs were stocking the shelves while the cleaning staff finished up. The empty, cavernous room took on an eerie feeling.
This past week, his usually restless sleep turned into full-out insomnia as his brain spun with visions of Lisbeth and him and what could have been—or maybe what should have been. Back then, she’d been everything he needed and nothing he deserved. The timing was way off, and in reality, Samson knew they would’ve never worked, but shit, it tore him up to cut her loose. Naturally, he did it in the worst possible way by ducking her, ghosting her calls, and making sure the Oasis’s manager gave her the crappiest shifts until she finally quit.
Yeah, he was a fuckin’ bastard but reasoned that he’d kicked her out of his life for her own good. Shit,hecould barely live his life back then, no less putting his mess on someone else.
But now things were very different. Samson had cleaned up his act with a new club and no addictions. Fate had a fucked-up way of evening the score, so maybe this was fate's plan of making it work out.
A beam of light shot into the room as the main door opened. Lisbeth entered carrying a very professional soft briefcase slung over her slim shoulders. Her black skirt grazed the top of her knees, and he inwardly cursed. He would’ve liked to see more of those fan-fuckin-tastic legs, but the white blouse made up for it, hugging her curves and accentuating the arc of her cleavage. Lisbeth’s long, thick hair fell over her shoulders, shifting with every step as she closed the distance between them.
Her low heels clacked across the dance floor. With her height, she didn’t need sky-high heels, although maybe if things worked out between them, Samson could convince her to wear a pair just for him. Then parade around his bedroom buck-ass naked in fuck-me stilettos while he lounged on the bed and took it all in.
Lisbeth cleared her throat, and he checked himself, lost in his sextasy.
“Hey, you look great.” He slid off the stool and guided her to a table by the side of the bar.
“Amazing how much bigger this room looks empty. She motioned around the vacuous area. “The whole place looks different than last weekend.”
“I’ve been doin’ this a lot of years, and an empty club still freaks me out,” Samson admitted. “Too much space, too quiet.”
“It takes on a whole different feel, like a movie star without makeup.” Lisbeth opened her briefcase, pulled out a folder, and fired up her laptop.
“That’s a good one.”
“I thought I’d start by showing you previous events we’ve handled. Most of them were held in LA nightclubs. Some smaller than this venue, some larger.”
