Ruthless (The Calvettis of New York 2)
That’s all I really care about.
It doesn’t matter if Dale likes what he sees. Barrett’s opinion of how I look is a non-factor to me.
Or it should be.
I steal another glance in the mirror.
“You look like a million bucks,” Max says with a wink. “Duke’s replacement won’t be able to keep his eyes to himself.”
“Barrett,” I say quietly.
“Barrett?” he repeats back. “That’s his name?”
Scooping up my red clutch from the corner of my bed, I nod. “Barrett Adler.”
“I’ll have to stop by the office to meet, Mr. Adler.” He grins. “If you mistook him for Dale based on my description, he must be screaming hot.”
Hot doesn’t even begin to describe Barrett.
“You’ve got that look on your face.” Max circles his finger in front of me.
Laughing, I pinch my brows together. “What look?”
“The look you always have when there are butterflies in your stomach.”
I glance down at the front of my dress. “There are no butterflies in there.”
“Liar.” he chuckles. “What I really want to know is are you feeling that way because of Dale or your new boss?”
I pat my stomach. “No butterflies. No feelings. End of discussion.”
He lets out a puff of air from between his lips. “You’re not fooling me, Calvetti. One of those men has you tied up in knots. Or maybe you want one of them to tie you up in knots.”
Holding back a giggle, I shake my head. “I don’t. Let’s go.”
He swoops a hand toward my bedroom door. “Lead the way.”
Chapter 14
Barrett
Every head in the restaurant turns when Isabella Calvetti walks in.
At Atlas 22, all eyes were on her because she flipped the place upside down in an attempt to get away from me. Tonight, her beauty is putting her in the spotlight.
She’s headed in my direction in a little black dress that looks like it was custom made for her body. The woman is breathtaking and oblivious to how much attention she’s drawing.
Her hair is wind-whipped. It’s messy and her effort to tame it with a hand brushing through it is futile.
With rosy cheeks and brisk breaths, she takes unsteady steps through the crowded dining room.
As I glide to my feet, I suddenly realize what’s going on.
My assistant looks freshly fucked.
What the hell?
I thought this meeting with Ivan and I would cancel her plans, but it seems that she compensated by shifting her date to earlier in the evening.