by A. J. Wynter
“I just wanted to introduce myself,” she said. “I’m new to town.”
“Welcome,” Brock said. “Most people here are friendly.” He couldn’t believe that Charlie had just fucked off. It was very out of character. The man had been nothing but professional up until that very moment.
“Thanks,” Emma smiled. “Anyway, I should go. I have to meet my realtor.”
“Is it my auntie Charlotte?” Tabitha asked.
“Is your auntie’s last name O’Hare?” the woman smiled. Tabitha nodded enthusiastically. “Then yes, I’m on my way to meet your aunt.”
“You’re in good hands,” Brock said. “Hey, by any chance do you have a business card?”
The woman grinned and plunged her hand into her huge handbag. “I just picked them up.” She handed Brock a tasteful white business card with a lone pink tulip on the back. He slipped it in the breast pocket of his plaid shirt. He had been quick to adopt the official uniform of Chance Rapids. “My fiancée is planning our wedding and last I heard, we still needed flowers.”
Their wedding was on hold until the brewery was finished. It was going to be the first big event held in the new space. “I’d be happy to meet with her,” Emma smiled. “I’m working from home until my shop is done. Which, fingers crossed, should be ready in a month but I’ve heard that might be optimistic.”
“The local tradespeople are notoriously slow. Especially the electrical guy,” Brock said.
“Hey,” Freddie laughed.
“Just checking to see if you’re listening in to everything we’re saying,” Brock laughed.
Freddie pulled the trigger on the drill, interrupting Brock, a wry smile on his face.
Emma said goodbye and hurried out of the construction site to meet Charlotte. Brock turned to see Charlie emerge from the storage room. “Is she gone?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Tabitha said. “She’s gone.”
Charlie’s face was white, and he looked visibly shaken.
“What’s wrong with you, man?” Brock asked. “That was pretty rude.”
Charlie rubbed his beard and shook his head. “I think I know her and not in a good way.”
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“WHAT ABOUT THAT ONE?” Phil breathed into my ear, well into his fourth after-work scotch as he pointed to one of the girls at the bar.
“The one in the blue or black?” I whispered. Both women were sexy, but Phil was a blonde man, and I liked brunettes. Although, I’d been known to break that rule from time to time.
“Dibs on the blonde,” Phil laughed, polished off his drink and set it down on our table. “Are you coming?”
I glanced over to the two women. “Nah,” I said, “But you can get me another drink while you’re up there.”
Phil raised his eyebrows at me, “You okay, man?”
“Yep.”
“You sure?” Because that blue skirt is right up your alley.”
I glanced back to the duo, this time catching the brunette’s eyes. She smiled coyly before glancing away. We had been spotted and from the thirsty look in her eye, I knew that it would be easy to have her back to my place and on her knees by six p.m.
“I think I’ve had that one already,” I said and shook the empty glass at Phil.
“Not in the mood for seconds?” he grinned wryly.
“Why, when there are so many new dishes here to try?” The bar was filled with impeccably dressed women, most of whom worked in my tower and knew whose name was on top of the building. I am young, hot, and rich with women falling at my feet but every once in a while, I wonder if it would be as easy if my last name wasn’t Titan.
I watched Phil walk over to the duo and strike up a conversation. The brunette cast her eyes back at me and I felt my cock stiffen against my suit pants. Ah hell, maybe I could go for a little action. I stood up and saw her smile in response, but then she turned away. I shook my head at her classic coy girl moves. I formulated my pickup line as I wove through the crowded room, although I was sure I could just nod my head, grunt, and she would follow along behind me.
I didn’t notice the woman standing beside her. Quite possibly because women over thirty don’t show up on my radar. Ah, who am I kidding? Women over twenty-five don’t even show up on the screen.
“May I buy you a drink?” I asked Ms. Blue Skirt.
“Sure,” she replied.
I signaled to the bartender, who practically jumped to serve me. “What are you having?” I asked her.
“Rosé,” she said.
Is that all the girls drink these days? I was old enough to remember when no self-respecting person over the age of fifteen would be seen with a glass of pink wine. “Rosé for the lady,” I smiled.
Before I could even start a conversation with Blue Skirt, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I stiffened at the unsolicited touch. I was Liam Titan; people didn’t just walk up and tap me on the shoulder. I turned slowly, curious about the fucker who would dare to touch me. I almost fell over when my eyes locked with the only set of eyes that had been able to take my breath away.
Sadie.
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