Page 52 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
That defiant little chin rose higher. “You don’t believe in second chances?”
“Hell yes, I do—for some people. Not for him.”
“You don’t understand,” she said.
“What’s there to understand? He’s a selfish prick. He’s a chicken-shit who didn’t man up when it was time to honor his promise to you. Now he wants to start hooking up again with no commitment. I can see whyhe’dwant to, but what could you possibly see in him at this point?”
“Well… he still loves me for one thing.”
I attempted to argue, but she held up her hand in a gesture to let her continue. So I did.
“He says he loves me and that he’s sorry. And you havenoidea what my life is like back in Minnesota. I love my stepdad, but I hate my job. It’s boring. And the guys I’ve been going out with are boring.”
“So why don’t you change it? Get a more interesting job.” I probably shouldn’t have said it, but I added, “And clearly, you need to find a more interesting man to spend time with.”
My hint went right over her head. “That’s easier said than done. My stepfather depends on me. How can I leave my job there? He’s been so good to me, and no one else knows the company’s books like I do. He trusts me.”
The waiter returned with our salads, and we pushed pause on the conversation.
When he left, Scarlett said, “Maddie says I should justdoit, look for my own replacement and train them then tell David I’m leaving. She says ultimately it’ll be better for him to have someone in the position who actuallywantsto be there.”
“I liked your sister. Sounds like good advice.”
“Maybe. She makes everything sound so easy. She and my roommate Julianna keep pushing me to take more chances.”
“Also good advice.” Gathering my courage, I said, “Why don’t you take another chance on me?”
Scarlett blinked several times, setting down her salad fork. “Another chance to what—dazzle me in bed?”
A pleasurable tingling sensation started at the top of my head then zipped down my neck and spine to my dick.
“You were dazzled?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. What’s the point of getting involved, even if you like me and I like you? I have to go home soon. There’s no chance of this going anywhere—just like there was no chance before.”
“Wait—youlikeme? I thought you hated me.”
“I don’t hate you,” she admitted. “Maybe I did before, but it was only because I liked you so much first. And then you left without saying goodbye. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’ve vowed never to have another fling.”
“It was that bad, huh?” I asked, my erection deflating a bit.
“No,” She hesitated then, looking embarrassed, lowered her voice. “Actually… it was thatgood.”
My hard-on returned, no harm no foul, no questions asked.We’re back in business, boys.
And then she finished her thought. “But I’m not into casual sex.”
“We could have formal sex. I’ll wear a tux,” I offered.
Scarlett laughed and shook her head. “You’re bad.”
“I hear what you’re saying, and I respect that,” I told her. “So let’s have a sex-less fling.”
She quirked her head to the side. “Is that a thing?”
“It is now. We’ll be the pioneers of the no-sex fling. We can hang out, have fun while you’re in town—no hanky panky and no strings attached.”
“We tried that before. It got pretty stringy,” she said.
