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“Fuck nice guys!” she hollered.
The wine from her glass splattered across his shirt.
Fail.
Major fail.
Stow-away-on-a-Space-X-rocket-and-live-the-rest-of-your-life-on-the-moon level fail.
She stared at his chest. He stared at his chest. The wine crossed his shirt like a bloodstain, as if she’d slashed his heart with a lightsaber. Her mouth opened in an O of surprise.
“I…” she began.
“You really know how to show a guy a good time, Alanna.” Hue was suddenly at Sully’s side, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder. He noted the stain on Sully’s shirt. “Dude, I don’t think she likes you.”
Alanna’s eyes narrowed as they landed on Hue. In his imagination, Sully watched as an Ironman-like suit of impenetrable armor encased her body. For a moment, she’d been so open. So vulnerable.
“Hue,” she said, her voice flat. “Still standing on your soapbox, bemoaning the evils of womankind?”
Hue laughed. “It’s what I live for. So good to see you in town. I’m surprised you had time to come visit us little people.”
“Nothing little about you,” Alanna snapped.
“Haven’t lost that delightful sense of humor, I see.” Hue swung Sully around, so they faced the door. “Enjoy your stay. Hope none of our small-town charm rubs off on you.”
Sully wanted to say something.Hello, for instance.Or maybe,I know you don’t need rescuing, but you’re so damn beautiful, would you mind letting me try anyway?
But Hue’s unbreakable grip on his shoulder steered him toward the exit. The larger man practically shoved Sully out the door.
“You’re welcome,” Hue grumbled in his ear. “I just saved you from the biggest mistake of your life.”
Just before the door swung closed behind him, Sully heard Alanna’s voice.
“Jax, bring me a bottle.”
“What kind?”
“Any kind.”
The door closed.
Ch. 6 Alanna
“Hmmm,”murmuredThomasRandal,insanely expensive business attorney and enthusiastic booty call. Alanna rested her cheek in her hand and took another gulp of wine as she waited for his verdict over her Bluetooth earbuds.
Around her, the winery hummed with soft chatter, but she felt eyes occasionally flicking to her. Okay, so maybe she’d screamedfuckat the top of her lungs a few times, doused Guy Next Door in wine, then stared at him slack-jawed like an utter buffoon as he got himself out of her presence right quick.
She was having a bad day. Sue her.
Actually, as far as ruinous lawsuits were concerned, Chip Rupert the Third better watch his ass. Because Alanna planned to hop into the driver’s seat of the world’s largest drill.
“I see,” Thomas said over the line. Alanna could picture the attorney in his fancy L.A. law office, eyes darting through the thick legalese of the partnership contract she’d just emailed him. She imagined his eyebrows furrowing as much as the Botox allowed and patting his neatly combed black hair. Oh, how she loved running her fingers through that hair, turning it into a wild cloud on his head.
Luckily, Thomas was just as good at raining down legal hellfire in defense of his clients as he was in taking care of her vagina in the bedroom. The two of them hooked up frequently, united by their mutual passion for fine dining, fast cars, and hot sex. Thomas’s other positive traits included washboard abs, a glitzy home within a reasonable drive of her condo (a must in any L.A. relationship), and absolutely no interest in commitment or emotional intimacy.
“Yup, you are well and truly screwed,” Thomas announced. “And not in the good way.”
“Dammit!”
