Page 30 of Go Deep

My head is slowly filling with cobwebs, and my ability to form an intelligible response is diminishing with each passing second. Why doesn’t this tool just piss off already?

Vince’s lips form a tight smile. “Thanks. I’m sure he appreciates the support.”

“If you’re taking on new clients, I’d appreciate the chance to meet?—”

“I’m not.” Flat. Cold. Matter-of-fact. Not the syrupy-smooth and seductive voice of only a few minutes ago. But my brain is too fogged to process the reason for his sudden change in attitude.

“Oh, um… okay, then. Nice meeting you. See you at practice, Kelly. Might need to keep a wheelchair nearby.” Jase glowers at me.

I flash a toothy grin since it’s all I can do not to burst into song at Vince’s blatant rejection of him.

Aw hell, if I didn’t want to suck his dick before, I definitely do now.

“Are you really not taking new clients-s? You just s-signed me.” Shit, I’m slurring. My mouth is just not forming words the right way. I need to get it together.

Vince’s face relaxes into a smile… the one I’m used to seeing. The one that would make me drop my pants in a hot second. That is, if I could stand. And if he was gay. Actually, scratch that second one. Maybe I can convert him. It’d be fun to try.

“I did it as a favor to a friend, remember?”

“It wasn’t my sparkling personality that won you over?”

“It may have helped a tiny bit.” His smile widens and he downs whatever is left in his glass.

I slump back against the chair. “I’m devastated. Washed up. Can’t even get a portfolio manager on my own.”

“Something tells me you don’t experience a lot of rejection.”

“I’ve had my fair s-share.”

“I find that difficult to swallow.”

Fuck, he had to say swallow.

“It was my past. But in my present, I pretty much get anything I want.” Except the one thing staring back at me with eyes that are glowing with a heat that scorches my insides.

Drunk as I am, I can still feel his gaze boring into my soul. He’s curious, and he’s not running away even though I’ve been pretty blatant about the fact that I’m interested in more than just his financial genius. It’s so clear to me now, even despite the booze I’ve been guzzling.

And you know what? I think I may just have a shot after all.

Let’s put my theory to the test.

I look around the room and catch the eyes of many gorgeous women angling for a piece of Vince Castro. They’re eyeing him like he’s a steak and their last meal on Earth.

He hasn’t given any of them a second glance.

And the hottest one, that assistant of his, has yet to be tapped.

Maybe he’s just that faithful.

Or maybe he’s not interested in women.

I’m banking on the latter.

And I don’t have too long to wait.

A tall brunette with legs like a thoroughbred saunters over to our table and drags a finger down Vince’s arm. He jumps in surprise and twists in the direction of the brazen woman standing over him. “Kim. You’re here.”

It doesn’t sound like he really wants Kim to be here, though. And poor thing, she doesn’t seem to get the message. He stands up and gives her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

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