Tough Customer: A Hero Club Novel by Erin St. Charles & Hero Club

Author:Erin St. Charles & Hero Club [St. Charles, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cocky Hero Club, Inc.
Published: 2020-09-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen: Lincoln

It is late afternoon several days after the evening at Samantha's house. I have not seen Samantha all week. I know she is avoiding me. Sooner or later, though, she will have to come into the office and face me.

I've been replaying what Samantha said to me before we made love—had sex, knocked boots, or whatever—over and over in my mind. When she said we were a one-night stand, I knew immediately that was not going to work for me. The more I had of her, the more I would want. I could not imagine she didn't feel the same way.

The sound of the door opening in the reception area has me on my feet in an instant. My heart pounds in my chest, thinking it must be Samantha, but I am let down to see Brad standing in the doorway. He's wearing his regular attire of jeans and a black t-shirt.

Annoyed, I gape at him and sit back down with a huff.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Trying to find out what happened to this guy I know who stood me up for our basketball game," he smirks and gives me a narrow-eyed, disapproving look.

I frown, wondering what the hell he is talking about. What basketball game?

"It's Wednesday," he says, cocking an eyebrow. "We play basketball at the club on Wednesdays?"

I blink at him, confused. It couldn't be Wednesday, could it? But I realize it's true. I sigh and lean back in my office chair, tipping it backward and staring at the ceiling.

"What's with you?" Brad demands, looking irritated.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, throwing the irritation right back at him.

"You’ve been different since that gal of yours started working here," he accuses.

"I have not!" I say.

Brad gives me the stink eye, then another look that says "seriously?" He makes himself at home, sitting at a guest chair on the other side of my desk, and he manspreads.

"I have," I concede. "She's got me all twisted up."

"Tell Uncle Brad all about it," he says sarcastically.

"I went to see her the other night," I admit. "She saw me with Marcia Pittman and got the wrong idea. Then she made a point of telling me she was going out drinking, and...well..."

I let my words trail off.

"Well?" he says, eyebrow cocked.

"One thing led to another..."

He throws his head back, lets out a loud bark of laughter, then makes a lewd gesture with his hands.

"Awesome!" he says. "Get it out of your system, then move on, and everything will be cool."

Samantha's words come back to me then, both the words she'd used to keep her distance from me, as well as the filthy words she'd used to seduce me. I was steadfast in my desire to continue the relationship outside of our business interests. But how to go about doing that?

I am literally snapped out of my musings by a pair of snapping fingers. Brad leans over the desk and snaps his fingers mere inches from my nose, annoying the fuck out of me.

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