Daddy Wanted by Wylde Tara & Hart Holly

Author:Wylde, Tara & Hart, Holly [Wylde, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Cape Romance
Published: 2017-11-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighty-Three

9 . CHANCE

“Oof,” I hear as Sara walks right into my chest. Her lips graze against my neck as her breasts press against me .

“Sorry,” she mutters. “Should have been watching where I was going .”

Shit! I’m angry, but now I’m distracted by her lips. And breasts. And scent .

“You should have been watching where you were going before you got into bed with Quentin Pearce,” I say. “I guess you’re not as cautious about who you get into bed with as you used to be .”

It’s a low blow, but it’s out of my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying. Her eyes tell me I’ve made a direct hit, and as much as I’m sorry for it, I’m also not sorry .

Jesus, she’s got me all tied up in knots !

“You don’t understand,” she says. “I didn’t know – ”

“Seriously? You didn’t know who you were meeting here this morning? You weren’t hand-picked for this ?”

Her eyes dart around the hallway .

“He’s gone,” I say. “You’re on your own now .”

“Chance, you’re wrong. Quentin didn’t know about us. How could he? We haven’t been … together in fifteen years, and that was in another city .”

“I wouldn’t put anything past that piece of shit,” he growls. “But at least I know where you stand if you’re working with him .”

“Chance, please …”

The look on her face pulls a sudden memory out of the depths of my mind – that night at the farmhouse, when she told me she never wanted to see me again. It’s like a rusty knife to the heart all over again .

I hold up my hand to let her know I don’t want to hear it .

“Look,” I say. “I have to allow you access to the offices, but I don’t need to be near you. Talk to whomever you want, just stay away from me. Is that clear ?”

Those sea-blue eyes seem to be searching for the right words to say. It’s too late. It was too late a long time ago .

“I don’t think you can avoid me entirely,” she says. “There are some things we have to do face to face .”

I pull a pen and a Post-It pad from the table in the hall and write down my cell number .

“Here,” I say, handing her the little yellow note. “When you get the urge to talk to me, let your thumbs do it for you .”

She looks down at the note, then back at me with a wounded look. I’d hoped the hurt in her eyes would give me some satisfaction, but in the end, it’s just making me miserable .

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” she says. “For this. For everything .”

“Tell it to Quentin Pearce,” I say, leaving her in the hallway as I stalk toward my office. “I’m sure it’s the kind of thing he’ll really get a kick out of .”

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