Page 54 of Naughty Nelle

I felt my cheeks heat and guzzled the rest of the beer.

“Come on, man. Out with it. Who is she?”

“Just some girl I met last night.” With a shrug, I tried to sound nonchalant while Jennifer’s face filled every crevice of my brain. My cock tensed just thinking about her. Her lips on my mine. Those fiery green eyes. That cute little ass, pert breasts, and those long legs that seemed to stem from her rib cage. I had bopped by her office a dozen times today under the pretense of seeing how she was doing. The truth: I just wanted to see her. She must have thought I didn’t trust her or was a micro-managing stalker. I wasn’t about to tell Jaime that she was my new hire. That I was her boss.

“What’s she like?”

“She seems nice.” Shit. Nice wasn’t part of my vocabulary. I didn’t do nice. I didn’t like nice.

“Nice?” Jaime burst into a fit of laughter and almost choked on his beer. “That’s so not like you.”

Jaime was well aware of my reputation for hooking-up with starlets and models. They were a dime a dozen in Los Angeles. Kirstens, Kristies, Krystals, Kieras. I couldn’t keep them straight. Most of them, looking to make it in the business, didn’t mind my modus operandi:

Find.

Feel.

Fuck.

And forget.

Especially about a relationship. But I couldn’t forget Jennifer. She wouldn’t let me. I was going to see that pretty face every day for as long as she worked for me.

“Did you at least get her number?” asked Jaime, catapulting me out my mental ramblings.

Yeah, I have her number.” I twisted my lips. “There’s one little problem. She’s engaged.”

“Does she have a ring?”

“Not yet.”

Jaime polished off his beer. “Then she’s fair game. And since you’re buying, we’re having another round.”

“What’s my next step?” I asked as the playful waitress took our order.

“It’s no different than business or a game of racquetball.” Jaime slid his index finger across his neck like a knife. “Eliminate the competition.”

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