Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Yeah, yeah. I know you have your sights set on someone else.”
I meet his gaze. “Did he say he’ll come?”
He flashes me a sheepish grin. “Maybe. He said he had to see how dinner went with his fiancée’s family.”
The way he says fiancée has my teeth clenching. It pisses me off even more because I didn’t know Quinn was going out with her tonight. Especially when his ass has my car. Not that I want to drive it on Broadway in Nashville. God, the horror of the amount of attention I’d get.
I only nod as I make my rounds, hugging everyone and kissing Katarina’s and Austen’s cheeks. I don’t know Austen well, but she seems awesome. Very quiet, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see she’s completely in love with Dimitri.
I wonder if she knows I tried to sleep with him.
Shit, I may not always make the best choices.
Dimitri leans over, smacking my bare thigh. I flash him a look, but it’s obvious he’s a bit drunk. “How in the hell did this happen? Last time I remember, Quinn was ready to kick my ass for you.”
Everyone around us chuckles. “Quinn has been chasing you around for years,” Journey supplies, and I love how hazel his eyes are. You never know if you’ll get flecks of green, brown, or blue, but they always have such a glint in them. Almost as if they hold a secret that is all his. I lean into him, and he hugs me tight. We’ve gotten closer since his sister, Ally, married my brother Asher. Journey even stayed a year with me in California. “I mean, just tell him to break it off, and I’m sure he will.”
I shake my head as I pour a Solo cup from the pitcher of Southern margaritas in the middle of the table. “I haven’t gotten to that point, but he’s pretty set on marrying her.”
“So, make him jealous. Sleep with me,” Flynn throws my way, and I roll my eyes as everyone snickers and chortles around us. “I am a fine male specimen with a huge cock. I can ruin you and make you forget him in one night.”
I can’t help but laugh. And Quinn does that with one look. I don’t say that, but it’s true. One look and I don’t want anyone but Quinn. “I’ve played enough games.”
“I mean, if you need to make him jealous with someone, I volunteer,” Sawyer calls out, and I roll my eyes.
Flynn holds up his hand. “Fuck, we can double-team her.”
They smack hands, and both giggle like idiots while I continue to shake my head. I asked for this. I contacted Flynn, not the other way around.
“You guys are perverts,” Katarina accuses before she rolls her eyes. “I don’t know why Quinn’s so set,” she says, her voice still thick with an accent from where she grew up in Russia. “From what I hear, she’s a hell of a bitch.” Katarina is what I imagine a Russian princess to look like. All legs, slim, with dark brown hair to her waist. She is so stylish, and I feel inferior to her.
But then I remember who the fuck I am.
And I may be a bit chunky, but I could hack all her money in seconds with her none the wiser until she goes to run her card for a new purse.
Not that I would.
But I could.
I flash her a grin. “Some would say I’m a bitch.”
She waves me off. “Never. Maybe crazy.”
“Totally insane,” Flynn agrees.
“Terrifying,” Sawyer adds.
“Maybe a bit murderous,” Journey throws my way, and I just grin.
They’re not wrong.
“I think you’re amazing. I’ve read up on you. How many companies do you own?” Austen asks, her wide, doe eyes on me. She’s really pretty, and I bet Dimitri has corrupted her fully.
“Just two.”
“Just two?” She scoffs. “At what? Twenty?”
I smile proudly. “Twenty-one.”
“Incredible.”
I shrug, a small smirk on my face, as Katarina waggles her brows at me. She then leans in. “Heard you’re driving a Bugatti. Wanna let me borrow it?”
I shake my head. “No one drives my car.”
“But me.”
His voice runs down my spine like a spark on a stick of dynamite. I look over my shoulder to find Quinn standing close by, his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He has on a light blue button-up that he’s rolled up on his arms, showing off his toned and veined forearms. The first three buttons are open, showing his chest and a bit of the tattoo that reads Adler. A tattoo I have traced with my tongue and fingers many times before. I itch to do it again, but I can’t rush this. Slow and steady wins the race.
And also drives a person insane.
Even in a room of sexy men, he is the only man I see. I take in his disheveled hair, and I swear he looks like he just rolled out of bed. My stomach clenches. Did he sleep with her before he came?