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“We had a brief, very brief—” There weren’t the right adjectives to describe what her and Nick experienced. Explosive chemistry from almost the minute they met that quicklyled to mind-blowing sex. Then doubts, lies, betrayal—all the ingredients needed for a toxic, tumultuous, sultry addiction.
“Affair?” Izzy sunk onto the chair and was literally at the edge of her seat.
“I guess you could call it that.” What was the perfect word for dodging bullets, and rival mob wars? Crazy and out-of-control and always ending with the two of them falling into bed for the best most intoxicating sex she’d ever experienced.
“Obviously a big part of your past, and way more than the one-night stand you told me resulted in Portia. Who by the way looks exactly like him.”
Cheryl rested her head against the couch cushion and focused on the ceiling. “Way more than a one-night stand, yes.”
Nick was back in living, breathing, in your face technicolor. She’d like to blow off Izzy with a few flip comments but the woman was too savvy.
“He looked just as shocked to see you, so I’m also guessing he had no idea you owned Selective or that you’re married to Johnny.”
“Right.” Cheryl blew out a sharp breath and a strangled laugh. “For ten years I’ve covered my tracks, kept off social media, but?—”
“And he doesn’t know about Portia?” Izzy’s rhetorical question hit Cheryl hard.
“Right, again.” Cheryl massaged her temples to relieve the sudden throbbing.
Izzy held her gaze. “You love him, I can see it in your eyes.”
“Please tell me it wasn’t obvious or at least not when he was here.”
“It was obvious to me and I was only in this room with the two of you for less than a minute, but yeah, it was obvious, for both of you.”
“So much time has passed. So much has changed.” Cheryl straightened on the couch. “I heard you call him Mr. Sinclair. Is that the name he gave you?”
Izzy nodded. “Nick Sinclair.”
“Interesting. He must’ve changed his name too when he moved to Vegas. Looks like I’m not the only one looking to disguise their identity and make a fresh start.”
“Vegas is the place to reinvent yourself,” Izzy added. “But the shock on his face when he saw you couldn’t be faked.”
Of course, Nick was shocked to see her and probably just as shocked he hired her company, but he’d obviously made a life for himself out here. She wasn’t so delusional to believe he’d been thinking of her for the last ten years.
She clearly remembered Nick’s reputation with women. She doubted after all these years he would be alone since he was never at a lack for female companionship back in the day. Their first meetings in Brooklyn proved her theory. Her lips curved into a smile thinking back as she relayed the story to Izzy.
Cheryl stopped by the first door and knocked. When she didn’t get an answer, she banged louder. Still no response, so she tried the doorknob, and it turned. She pushed the door open, stepped inside, and froze.
A guy leaned against a massive desk while a topless redhead gave him a very energetic blow job.
“Ohh, sorry.” Cheryl hadn’t expected to interrupt her own personal porn show. The guy’s head jerked up and turned in her direction as the redhead released him with a pop.
Wow. Nick Santoro.
“Shit!” He jerked around so fast he sent the redhead to the floor.
“Who the hell is she?” the redhead shrieked.
Nick’s open shirt hung off his shoulders, revealing long, tatted muscular arms and taut abs. Her gaze traveled to hissexy-as-hell V, where his abs met his hips, and the fine hairs traveled south to his?—
“What the fuck?” His voice was rough like he’d spent the night—getting a blow job.
Nick’s eyes, like hard pieces of black coal, bore into her. She wondered if the stubble along his jawline was intended or the result of too many nights like this one. So much for Prince Charming coming to her aid, although the sight of his smooth bronze skin as he righted his shirt and pants rendered her speechless. Cheryl’s rehearsed plan vanished and was replaced with ridiculous mental gibberish.
“Do you always barge in without knocking?” he asked.
“Do you always get blow jobs in your office?” she countered.
