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There was nothing Italian about him except the spaghetti stains on his shirt.
“Sorry, Vincent, I have a VIP that I need to be available for all weekend. And we have a family friend in town that I am going to show around town.” She wasn’t sure why she even said that, but if Everett was going to be in town, she might as well use him as an excuse to keep her from having to see Vincent.
“This family friend a dude?” he asked.
Pondering this for a moment, Layla thought this might be just the deterrent she needed to swat the pest Vincent for good.
“Actually he is. He’s someone my parents want me to meet. They are always thinking ahead to good matches for their children. Our family friends would love to join forces with ours and keep it all in the family so to speak.”
There let him chew on that for a while. Vincent thought he was her only option for some reason. She was a reasonably attractive person, she knew. She was tall, curvy, kept in shape for the most part. There was always some guest slipping her a business card or worse a room key. Eww. So she knew she wasn’t a troll.
“What the hell, Lay. Your parents forcing an arranged marriage on you? What is this, the old country?” he sputtered.
What the hell did he know of the old country, she thought sarcastically. And she despised when he called her “Lay”. The way he said it was totally inappropriate.
“Well, as you know Vincent, there are all sorts of things we do for family. Isn’t there?”
Her innuendo was clear. His family was so dirty there was always a nondescript white van following them around whenever a Domolo left the house. It didn’t take a cougar to sniff out a fed on that one.
“Babe, you know I can take you away from all this. Treat you real nice. You can go shopping and hang out by my pool in a tiny bikini waiting for me to get home. You know, live the good life.”
“Wow, that’s some offer there, Vincent. I think I’ll stay right where I am working for a living and being a productive member of society instead of a lawn ornament for you,” she snapped back.
“Ahh, don’t be that way babe, you know I care bout you. We could be good together.” His voice had turned almost whiny, like their short conversation had burned out the iota of adult conversation he had saved for the day.
Sighing, she was so done with him. “Sorry Vincent, but I really need to go. See you around!”
With that she hung up the phone before his whimpering could continue.
Leaning her head back against her chair, she closed her eyes. Vincent was definitely not her type of man. She’d dated a bit, but it was all very casual. She knew her true mate was out there somewhere. Someone who would get her, cherish her, love her forever. Hard to believe that the perfect man was out there, but she had to hope and have faith that the fates wouldn’t leave her alone in this big bad world.
Now was not the time to mope, there was always work to be done. Realizing if she wasn’t at her desk, she couldn’t answer her work phone, she jumped up and headed back to the club to hide out just in case Vincent decided to make an appearance.
Chapter 6
K nocking on the door , Everett waited for a moment as he clearly heard William Klein finish typing on his computer. He’d be able to smell him even through the door so he wasn’t going to be surprised when Everett walked in.
The clicking stopped and he heard a simple, “Come in, Everett.”
As he pushed opened the door, he saw William walking from behind a giant desk with his hand outstretched.
Everett moved straight towards the man and grasped his hand firmly.
“Nice to meet you,” Williams said. “I appreciate you being able to come out and help us out on this little project.” He gestured to the couch along a long wall inviting Everett to take a seat. All the furniture was black leather, chrome accents. Very modern and slick. It matched the man, but not in a bad way.
William Klein was all polish and