Taking a deep breath, I walk over to the bar, capturing the attention of the bartender. “I’m meeting a Mr. Cross.”
Her eyes scan over me, silently judging me as if I am a call girl or the like. I shake her off, telling myself she’s only jealous. Lukas Cross is incredibly gorgeous, wealthy, and single. I’m sure women drop at his feet for a chance with him.
I’m not interested in him romantically, however. I am only interested in a paycheck.
“He’s over there.” She points to a table then moves down the bar to serve a customer. Her long blonde hair doesn’t move as she walks, stick straight, no personality, much like herself. I guess I am being mean, but I don’t appreciate the way she’d stared at me.
The bar is what one might expect, a few tables and a stage for live acts.
Approaching the table, I hope Randy isn’t trying to play matchmaker. I desperately need the job.
Arriving at a table secluded in the back of the room, Lukas Cross looks all too sexy. Clad in a white dress shirt and black slacks that fit him like a second skin. He stands to greet me and pulls out my chair.
His dark eyes glitter with a flicker of mischievousness. “Fiona, please, sit. I’ve taken the liberty of ordering for you. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Thank you.” I smile. He seems relaxed and easygoing. Part of me was prepared to meet a very domineering man.
From what I’ve read about him online, he comes off hard and cold, however, his emails were the exact opposite.
Once I’m seated, he returns to his seat next to me.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I prefer a more intimate setting, and being able to talk without screaming across the table at one another.” He smirks as my cheeks flush pink.
He’s much more attractive in person. I can’t deny his closeness is overwhelming.
I grin, my smile dying as my lips meet the cool rim of my wineglass. My mind flashes to Dev. I hope his first day went smoothly.
“Randy tells me you have experience in sales.”
“Only retail,” I mumble, unsure of what he has in mind.
The rest of the interview goes horribly wrong.
The next thing I know his hand is on my thigh, trying to inch up my dress.
I smile weakly, grabbing his hand to remove it, but he takes it as an invitation to lean in close and lick the shell of my ear.
Jerking sideways I nearly tumble to the floor.
“Listen, buddy, I don’t know what Randy told you, but I’m only interested in a job!”
“He told me you were desperate for a job,” he says with a smug smile.
I am desperate for work, but not that hard up.
And being the take no shit woman the city had turned me into, I splash the wine in his face.
Appalled, a man at the next table, keeps the incident from escalating any further than my being called a bitch and firm grab of my arm.
“Let go of the woman,” a strong voice demands full of authority, while flashing a badge in the face of Mr. Cross. When I look up I then I recognize Officer Aiden Genovese, a friend of Devlyn.
Affronted, Lukas Cross bolts for the door after paying his tab.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. You okay?”
“Fine,” I answer rubbing my wrist.