No. The answer was most definitely no.
“Fine,” she bit out through gritted teeth. “I’ll do it.”
“That’s my girl. Now go get yourself to the airport. Lawrence said he’d have a pilot waiting to fly you out as soon as the weather clears.”
Her nostrils flared as she swallowed that last bit. He’d known she’d say yes once he put the pressure on her boss. The arrogant son of a bitch.
“Lacey, let me explain,” Alex started the moment she walked into the hotel room.
She waved away his words and scrupulously avoided staring at his bare chest. His tanned, hard, perfectly sculpted chest. “I don’t want to hear it, Lawrence.”
He winced at the use of his given name. “Please call me Alex. My grandfather is the only one who calls me Lawrence.”
She walked past him, ignoring his attempts to stop her as she gathered her belongings which were strewn around the room—clear evidence of their one-night-stand the night before.
He heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair. “Lacey, please let me explain. If we’re going to work together—“
“Let’s get one thing straight,” she said as she snatched up a pair of panties from the nightstand. “I am not coming back for you; I’m doing this because it is my job. I need this job, as you well know, and I’m not going to let one drunken mistake with a giant asshole ruin everything.”
She saw him open his mouth to speak and cut him off before he had the chance. “This,” she gestured wildly around the room. “This will never happen again. Is that clear?”
The nod he gave her could only be described as sheepish, but the smile he was holding back was enough to bring on the tears of fury with a vengeance. “I mean it, Alex. This was a one-night thing. If I’d known who you were ...”
He took a step closer, so he was in her personal space. “You what? You wouldn’t have slept with me? You wouldn’t have had fun? Wouldn’t have spilled all your deep, dark secrets?”
Alex saw them too and his reaction was almost comical. He was a deer in headlights in the face of a woman crying. His tone lost all of its teasing and he reached out a hand to touch her arm. “Hey ... hey. Don’t do that. Don’t cry.” He looked terrified as he forced a joking tone, clearly trying to make her smile. “Last night wasn’t that bad, was it?”
She opened her mouth to respond but couldn’t get past the lump in her throat. She swallowed thickly, and he leaned in, concern written all over his face. She fought to get words out through gritted teeth. “You. Are. An. Asshole.”
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MAGGIE DALLEN IS a big city girl living in Montana. She writes romantic comedies in a range of genres including young adult, historical, contemporary, and fantasy. An unapologetic addict of all things romance, she loves to connect with fellow avid readers. Subscribe to her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/bFEVsL
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Check out Maggie’s other books:
Barely a Fairy Tale Series
Cinderella Blackmail
Rose Red Rebellion
Beauty & The Heist
Starting from Zero Series
Love Times Two
Less Than Three
The Plus One
Chance Romance Series
The Accidental Engagement
The Accidental Boyfriend
The Accidental Elopement
Reel Romance Series
Her Leading Man
Her Leading Hero (Releasing December 2017)
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