Page 12 of Pursued by the Player

"You what?" Liv frowned. "That doesn't sound like you."

"It's ridiculous I know. But I was all flustered and not thinking clearly."

"I see." Liv studied her for a moment, then took a sip of her drink. "Let me guess; that was when you almost got driven over by a taxi."

"Yeah, but that's not the worst part."

Liv widened her eyes. “It isn't? What's worse than almost being run over?"

"I stumbled back to avoid the car, then fell onto the pavement." Mel touched her back of her head. "I hit the ground rather hard and blacked out for a few moments."

"Yikes."

"Yeah. And when I came to, I kissed the first guy I saw."

Liv smirked. "Well, that isn't so bad. Was he handsome?"

"He was the guy from the elevator. The one I was running away from."

"Oh."

"Yeah. And it gets worse."

"How could it get worse?"

"I don't know what happened. I think it was the adrenaline from just cheating death, but. . ." Mel leaned forward and lowered her voice. "But I went back to his limo and fucked him."

Liv inched closer and stared at her friend. "Well?" she asked when Mel didn't continue. "Was he good?"

"Good isn't the point. I fucked a total stranger. An asshole I met in the elevator." Mel finished her drink and pushed it away from her.

"What was his name?"

"Not important."

"Wait a minute. You don't even know his name?"

Mel shook her head. "That's bad, isn't it?"

Liv chuckled. "Not necessarily." She hesitated a moment before continuing. "Look. You don't know him; he doesn’t know you. Write the whole thing off as some crazy one night stand. Nothing to get all upset over."

"Yeah, maybe." Mel's phone buzzed, and she fished around for it in her purse. "Shit, I’ve got to run," she said after she glanced at the screen. "My boss wants to see me immediately."

"What about?"

"I don't know." Mel shoved her phone back into her purse. "Sorry I have to cut this short."

"No problem." Liv finished up her drink and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "Want to meet up for drinks tonight? Nayo left this morning for the Middle East, and I'm flying solo for a while."

"Not drinks. Maybe a movie and pizza? My place."

"Sounds great."

They hugged, and Mel quickly made her way back to the office. What the hell did Kennedy want this time? She swore the man had this sixth sense. Whenever Mel was starting to relax, the man did something to knock her off balance. He thrived on making other people miserable.

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“Doyou know who this shoe belongs to?” Jett shoved the shoe in the face of a man dressed in an impeccable gray suit carrying a briefcase as he walked past, only to be ignored. “Have you seen the woman who owns this shoe?” Spinning around to approach a woman exiting a taxi, but just as the man in the suit, she avoided eye contact and continued on her way without a word.

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