Page 56 of Great Pretender
I can’t wait to be in charge. That’s the first thing I’ll change back. Dad shouldn’t have done that, knowing the type of prick Georgiou can be.
“This, my friend, is what you call classic,” Murray states.
I rest my elbows on the table and smile. “Thanks. I think the evening went well.”
“It more than went well. Fuck, you did it. A few months from now, you’ll be looking at owning the team.”
I nod, agreeing, but that nagging voice comes back to get me. “Murray…”
“What?”
“I want her outside of this. This arrangement.”
Shock fills his face at that declaration. “I knew it. I knew I was right.”
“Well, I never said you were wrong.”
“Yeah, but it just feels right to be right.” He laughs. “So, what does this mean?”
“I know what I want it to mean.”
“Then what’s stopping you?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“That’s the spirit. I’m gonna go get my stuff ready. I’ll see you at the airport.”
“Yeah, see you.”
He leaves, and a few seconds later, there’s a quick knock at the door.
“Come in,” I call out, hoping that’s not Georgiou.
Who comes in is the last person I ever expected to see again.
Tiffany Carmichael struts into my office like she’s walking on a runway, her lips pushed out in the type of pillowy pout the men who buyPlayboylove.
Fucking hell. Now, what kind of shit storm did I stir up? I hope like fuck Dad doesn’t see her. This, her, she’s the kind of thing that could ruin me on so many levels.
“Tiffany Carmichael, what can I do for you? I hope you’re not here for another made-up story.”
“I came to congratulate you personally on your engagement.”
“Bullshit. The last time we saw each other, you concocted a good crock of shit forThe Gossip.”
She raises her shoulders into a shrug. “What can I say? Can you blame me for fantasizing about you? I saw your dick.”
I can honestly say that through my years of dealing with bitchy women and groupies, this woman is of a different variety.
The kind who spells trouble; I’ve never been with a woman like that. Mostly because I knew they were the sort to ruin your career with shit. She is what you call a gold digger who can’t stand competition.
“I think any conversation or fantasizing you and I had, ended months ago.”
“Why? Because of your perfectangelgirlfriend? I don’t think so. You call bullshit, and I smell it. She’s a Jackie O, and I’m Marylin. Don’t worry; I won’t allow you to forget that or get bored.”
With a little laugh, she saunters away, leaving me wondering what the hell I’ve stirred indeed.
The one thing Piper asked of me was no women. Tiffany spells trouble because she’s not the kind of woman who accepts no for an answer.
