The Doctor Who Has No Ambition (Soulless 9)

She made a couple calls and then turned to me. “Tim and I have known each other a long time. He’ll help you scout for a place.” She texted me the information from her desk. “So, today is your last day, huh?” She’d been training my replacement, so she’d been even busier than usual.

“Yeah…” I sighed in sadness. “I’m kinda bummed out about it.”

“Me too,” she said with a smile. “But I think you’ll be great with Dex.”

“Yeah…about that. Can I have his number?”

She raised her eyebrows. “You haven’t spoken to him?”

I shook my head.

She gave a loud sigh before she grabbed her phone again. “He’s gonna drag his feet on this, isn’t he?” She shared the contact information with me. “I promise you, my son is a serious professional. He’s just having a hard time getting started.”

I chuckled. “I can tell. It’s fine.”

At that moment, my phone lit up with a text message from him. Sorry my mother dragged you into this. You want to get a beer? I smiled at the message. “He just texted me.”

“Good.” Cleo turned back to her computer. “He’s your problem now. Good luck.”

I texted him back. I’m not sorry. I’m looking forward to this.

Well…at least that’s one of us.

I met him in the bar where I’d spotted him last week. I ran behind because I still had a long day at the Trinity Building, even though it was my last day. That place was always hectic, always spiraling out of control, but the concierge team made it organized once again before anyone noticed.

He wasn’t alone at the table. A beautiful woman was sitting beside him, laughing at something he said. She placed her hand on his arm then leaned her head back, laughing uproariously even though he probably didn’t say anything that funny. I wasn’t jealous that some woman was all over him, but I was annoyed that Dex would rather meet strangers at bars than give me the time of day. I was just as pretty as she was, and we also got along really well. So, what the hell was his deal? But I had to remind myself that I would be working for him now, and any possibility of a romantic relationship just went out the window. He seemed like a huge player anyway…so maybe it was for the best.

I walked over and did my best to seem unaffected that he’d probably completely forgot that he was meeting me. “Hey.”

Dex turned to look at me because he’d been too absorbed in his conversation to watch the entrance and wait for me to walk in. But he didn’t give me a perturbed look that suggested I’d interrupted his chances of getting a hot piece of ass. He showed that handsome smile and greeted me like he was thrilled I was there. “Hey, Sic. Take a seat.”

I glanced at the woman with him, hoping he didn’t plan to have her sit there the entire time.

That beautiful smile was long gone, and now she just looked pissed.

But I did as he asked and took a seat.

“Sicily, this is Victoria. Victoria, Sicily and I work together. Kinda a business meeting. Can I give you a call later?” If he noticed how dismayed she was, he hid it. He brushed over the situation and made it smooth like glass.

“Sure.” She leaned in and kissed him, squeezing his arm unnecessarily, and then rose to her feet, purposely brushing her ass against him in her skirt as she walked off. “I’ll be waiting…” She headed across the bar and joined the friends she must have come with.

Dex turned back to me like nothing had happened, like gorgeous women always dug their claws into him on a Tuesday evening. He grabbed his beer and took a drink. “What can I get you? Beer or wine?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll order something when the waitress comes around.” The disappointed feeling slowly sank into my bones, the realization that really handsome men were never available. Dex was gorgeous, charismatic, smart, fucking perfect…so why would he ever commit to a woman? He would always go to bars and let beautiful women come to him like a magnet until his youth started to take a hit in his forties or fifties. His dad was still hot, and Dex would probably always be hot too. This guy may be single, but he would never be available to me, and that stung a bit.

He was too good to be true…just the way Vince had been.

Just the way all of them had been.

Dex took another drink as he studied me. “Everything okay?” He dropped his smile and turned serious, those intelligent eyes absorbing my expression like he possessed intuition to pick up on things most men couldn’t. “Your mood just tanked out of nowhere.” He’d turned me down without a second thought, and perhaps the connection I felt with him wasn’t mutual. I was just like everyone else…nothing special. He was one of those people who shone the brightest in every room he stood in, stealing hearts and wetting panties in a large radius around him, and he made everyone feel the way he made me feel.