with Marco? What about Ethan?
“It didn’t take me long to figure the reason you were playing hide and
seek at the wedding was because you were trying to avoid Zutini. It’s not
always easy to see an ex-lover hooked up with his current squeeze while you’re
left out in the cold.”
Unsure whether to feel relieved that he thought it was only Marco she’d
slept with, or indignant that he assumed Marco had actually dumped her for
Beth, Lissa hesitated. What did she do now? Let him assume he’d nailed it, or
put him right? If she went for the latter she might dig herself a deeper hole.
Then she’d have to explain about Ethan, too. Maybe it was better to simply let
him assume he was right.
“If you knew all that, why did you insist we meet here? Were you hoping
I’d come face to face with him, blubber into my drink, and then fall into your
arms for comfort?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. Can’t blame a man for trying.”
Something shifted inside her. Beyond the anger that he’d manipulated her
into this scenario, she felt a definite sense of relief that he didn’t know
about the threesome she’d shared with Marco and Ethan. If he wanted her, was
sexually attracted to her, then it had to be her he was interested in, didn’t it? And not just because she’d let
loose for one intrepid night and he’d thought he could get in on the action by
bedding a woman he’d labeled an easy lay.
“How about we get out of here?” He reached across the table and brushed
his fingers over hers. “There’s a place along the coast that does really good
lobster.”
She watched his long fingers skimming against hers and her stomach
fluttered in response. “You just asked for the menu, remember?”
As if on cue, the pretty waitress came over with two menus. “Change of
plans,” Reed said with a flash of a smile as he handed her a twenty. “Keep the
change.”
The brunette smiled in return, fluttering her lashes as she assured him
it wasn’t a problem, and then moved away.
“Very smooth,” Lissa said as Reed stood. “Does that sort of charm come
with practice?”
“No practice required.” He slipped on his jacket, picked up his phone,
and dropped it into his pocket. “It’s all one hundred percent natural.”
Unable to hold back, she laughed as he came around and held out her
chair as she stood. “I’ll bet.”
She let him lead her out, stopping him as he turned toward the front
entrance. “My car’s out back. I’ll meet you.”
“No need.” Reed took her arm. “I’ll drive and bring you back later to
collect your car.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
He faced her in the lobby. “If we have sex, princess, it’ll be because
we both want it. I’m not into forcing myself on unwilling women.”
She wanted to tell him they wouldn’t be having sex, but she was through
lying to herself. She wanted him. Now that she knew he didn’t view her in a bad
light and have a distorted view of her because he knew about that threesome,
she was able to admit her attraction to him. Maybe even act on it.
They traveled east along the highway toward the coast where building of
the new marina and leisure centre would soon begin. Reed’s company was
contracted to build the new nightclub and casino.
“Wasn’t there a lot of opposition against this project?” Lissa asked as
they passed signs declaring that work would soon start. “I thought a group of
protesters had stymied things because of noise or something.”
“They managed to delay us for a while, but the protests didn’t hold up.”
Lissa shot him a sideways glance. “Money talks?”
He returned the glance. “Do I hear a note of cynicism, princess?”
“No. Just being a realist.” She turned her attention back to look out at
the road ahead. “That’s how the world works, isn’t it? Greased palms and the
best prizes available going to those who cheat and scheme?”
“Definitely cynicism.”
Lissa felt the familiar sting in her chest. He
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