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As I slipped under the hot water, I giggled like a kid. Well, not takedown but takeover.
Now to find the right man who would understand when I announced the engagement was off.
Perhaps I’d take my checkbook with me to the bar just in case.
My. My. I did have thick, icy, calculating Warrington blood running through my veins.
It was obvious the hatred of my father and his strict regime had followed me. The deep emotion left a sour taste in my mouth, my anger toward my family tangible.
Perhaps it was time to take control. I hated to admit it, but I’d run away, allowing my father to win. Where had it gotten me? Nowhere decent. The ugliest truth of all was that my father had tried to pawn me off to a rival, a man he’d believed he could control by arranging a marriage.
I’d fled instead of fighting, determined to make a life of my own. Yeah, I’d accomplished it alright, including marrying someone who turned out to be as big of a prick as the asshole my father had drawn up a contract with.
What if…
I glanced at my reflection, pointing my index finger at the girl staring back at me. Maybe Mr. Mile High had given me a glorious gift. A fake fiancé. Hmmm…
Yes, maybe Morgan’s wild and wooly idea was a good one.
I’d invent the perfect husband. Now I just had to find him. As I showered, I allowed my thoughts to drift to the stunning piece of eye candy all over again. And I couldn’t help but slide my fingers into my slickened pussy.
I wish I may, I wish I might, wish upon the sun, moon, and stars tonight.
Send me Mr. Mile High and I promise I’d be a good little girl for the rest of my life.
It was a good thing I’d crossed my fingers.
CHAPTER7
Suzannah
Fifteen minutes later I stood back, twisting and turning as I looked in the mirror. There was nothing like a little paint and body work to get a girl in the mood. I dabbed my lipstick and grabbed my clutch. Fortunately, I was staying at the Marriott in the heart of downtown San Francisco, the bar called The View located on the thirty-nineth floor considered one of the hottest, most fashionable locations in the city.
I didn’t have to worry about a cab or a potential rainstorm after consuming copious volumes of alcohol. All I needed to do was to worry about walking to the elevator without making a fool of myself.
Or at least not too much of one.
As I waited in the elevator, I thought about how my family was going to react when I walked in. If I knew my mother, it would be as if I hadn’t been gone for several years or that my picture would no longer be recognizable. She’d fawn over my hair, making crude statements then acting as if I was her princess. It was all an act, something she’d learned to do early on in life given the way my father had been.
He was powerful in his own right, clawing his way up from meager beginnings to becoming one of the most influential men in the west. And he knew it too, flaunting it every chance he got. Why couldn’t I let thoughts about the weekend go for a couple more days? My family had no idea I’d arrived in town as I hadn’t given my answer yet. Let it be a nasty little surprise.
The soft, computerized voice within the elevator let me know I’d reached my destination. Even before the doors opened, I could hear noise coming from the bar. It would appear it was going to be a rowdy Tuesday night. I smoothed down my dress, making my way to the double doors. Once inside, I took a deep breath. It had been far too long since I’d been here, the last two years crazy busy at work.
The sun was just setting in the background, twilight soon to arrive, but I was rewarded with a perfect view of the city, the golden vestiges of sunlight sparking through the massive windows. I almost had to shield my eyes as I scanned the crowded bar trying to locate my friends. If I knew them, they were camped out at the perfect spot, the table in front of the floor-to-ceiling circular window.
Given my height, I was able to look over the shoulders of dozens of people, finally noticing Morgan first, her hands as animated as she told a story as I remembered. Then I noticed Trinity leaning over the bar top, swinging her long legs underneath. Last but not least was Stella, the bodacious brunette a girl we’d taken under our wings in college, so shy she barely had talked to us. Now she was not only a hot model but a spokeswoman for several national organizations and dozens of voiceovers.
They didn’t see my approach at first, continuing their lively discussion. The multiple glasses on the table were a clear indication that they’d been here for a while. By the time I made it to the table, I plastered a pouty look on my face. I was only two inches away before Morgan finally squealed, shaking her head when she saw me.
“Girl! You look fabulous.” She gathered me into a hug, clapping her hands after I pulled away. “I adore the blonde hair. It makes you look so… wild and adventurous.”
“Sorry I’m late. I needed to wash off the long trip.” I bit my lower lip, refusing to tell them just yet about my wickedness. That could only come after two drinks.
“You’re such a bad girl,” Trinity said. “Blonde is your color, although so was raven and red and pink.”
“The pink was a mistake,” I said, half laughing. I’d become rebellious relatively late in my life, including the shocking pink hair and combat boots. I’d wanted to send a statement to my parents. Boy, had I ever.
“The pink was not a mistake, girlfriend. So you know, we were about to knock down your hotel room door,” Stella added.
