Page 55 of Resisting Her Playboy Boss

He leaned forward in the seat and called to the driver. ‘Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Turn back to the city, please.’ He’d check into a hotel and get to work researching Jack Wolfe’s proposal. That was his future.

He fished out his phone. He didn’t want to speak to her. Not with this ache in his upper chest as if he were coming down with some infection—he didn’t want her to hear him sounding husky. He’d text her. He stared sightlessly at the screen, deciding how to word it. Best to end it in a way that would be complete for her. To do what she expected in her heart. He paused, motionless.

He wasn’t looking out of the window. He never saw the car at the intersection—the one not slowing down for the light as it should. He never heard the noise. Because at that moment, the only thing he could see was her sparkling eyes.

* * *

Ellie didn’t wear the black slip dress. She went all out and bought a new one—that she couldn’t really afford and that she’d probably wear only the once because it was tooluxefor everyday life. French navy in colour, clingy—she felt a million dollars wearing it. Not to mention sensual, with cool silk skimming over her skin. Not that she was thinking sex either.

She did her make-up, blow-dried her hair, slipped her feet into the kind of shoes she could only bear to wear for minutes rather than hours—the sparkly, insane stiletto sort, with heels so high she’d be practicallyen pointe.But it would be fine—dinner was a sit-down affair, she’d taxi there. And Ruben would still be taller than her but she might be able to brush her lips over his with a mere tilt of her chin.

Of course, she took her imagination in a firm grip, she’d be brushing her lips across his cheek, not his mouth. They werefriends.And she was not, not,notcounting the hours until she saw him again. Absolutely didnotknow exactly how many seconds it had been since she last saw him.

‘Oh, wow, you look amazing.’ Bridie smiled at her when Ellie made it to the bar.

The venue for the awards was a couple of doors along. Ruben was coming straight from the airport. A hot flare of desire burst inside her at the mere thought of seeing him. She shivered, telling her skipping heart to calm down.

‘You need another drink?’ she asked Bridie, needing to move to work off some of her nervous energy.

She went to the bar, checked her phone while waiting to be served. No message. She was still giving herself a mental lecture even after the bartender had poured the drinks and she was carrying them back to the group. There could be traffic delays, flight delays, all kinds of reasons why he wasn’t there yet. Twenty minutes later she bit the bullet and sent him a text.

Just 2 let u know we’ve gone into the convention centre for the awards. Yr name is on the door so u can get in, but let me know when u get here & I’ll meet u.

She sat at the table. Silly to be nervous. Her hands cold and clammy, her heart skipping beats uncomfortably. Restless. Time played with her mind—two minutes felt like twenty. A permanent state of waiting was a horrible way to live.

And then time sped up. The awards were all on and she wanted the clock hands to slow again. It wasn’t as if she could ask them to delay the announcements. It was okay. She had Bridie on one side of her. An empty seat on the other but, hey, that didn’t really matter—not when there were canapes to die for and an endless amount of wine. And a bunch of flirty tourism types who truly knew how to party.

‘Do you think he’s going to make it?’ Bridie asked.

Ellie smiled with a careless shrug and was so glad she’d played down her relationship with Ruben. A friend, she’d defined him herself, right? She checked her phone again. Still no message. He didn’t even have the decency to reply to her text?

‘I don’t know that he is.’ She turned away so Bridie couldn’t see her screen and lied to cover the fact she’d been stood up. ‘Oh, no, his flight’s been delayed.’

But she’d used her phone to check the airport website only ten minutes before—all flights were on schedule and operating normally. If he’d got the flight he’d be here already. And if he hadn’t got the flight, why hadn’t he contacted her to let her know?

Goosebumps feathered over her skin.

She knew why he hadn’t contacted her. Because he didn’t want to be there. If he’d really wanted to be there, he’d be there. It was like all those unfulfilled promises of her parents. One or other would promise to be there—a sports day, a special assembly—but more often than not they’d forget, too swept up in their own affairs, careers or better offers. Once or twice one or other had arrived just at the end—having missed her event. Never on time. Never truly there just for her. Something or someone else always came first.

And so it was with Ruben. For him work came first. It always would. And that was okay if she could put up with it. But she didn’t want to put up with it. She didn’t want to be second best. Just for once she wanted to be put first in someone’s life. But that someone wasn’t going to be Ruben.

That secret, hidden dream shattered.

What an absolute fool she’d been. He’d utterly played her with his acquiescence to her friendship request, with his phone calls and supposed sharing. He’d only been after the one thing—and he’d got it that night up in the mountain. There hadn’t been any kind of amazing more-than-physical connection for him, there’d just been sex.

How naive to think he’d show up tonight. How naive to think a friendship could work. How point-blank stupid of her to have said yes to any damn benefits.

And how it hurt. It hurt worse than any of those damn sports days or disappointments from her parents. She’d given her heart and got nothing back. But she was determined to hide it—even from herself. She was damn well determined to have a good night out.

When it came to announcing the winner of the category she was nominated in, someone else’s name was called. Someone else went up and collected their award. Ellie smiled lots and clapped loudly. Then she sipped some of that wine, ate another canape and conversed enthusiastically with all those around her.

Sheshouldhave been an actress—she could mask misery so easily.

But she went out with her colleagues, determined to find comfort in company. She’d hang with her true friends. And Ruben wasn’t one of them.

TWELVE

Ruben’s headachedreally badly. So did the rest of him. He was alone—just as he’d always believed he wanted. And, hell, he’d been wrong.

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