Page 11 of Bourbon Deceit
“Absolutely not,” I cut him off as I pulled out my address book and started flipping through names.
Clearing his throat, Jeremy pushed his luck. “She has a personality that will win people over, she’s infectious . . .”
“She’s also a Jett Girl and I don’t want anyone to associate her with the club; it would be detrimental to reveal her persona. No, and don’t suggest it again.”
Jeremy nodded his head as I continued to flip through my address book. Most of the women who were in my book were either married or no longer living in New Orleans—had it really been that long since I’d dated? I recollected the last time I actually dated a woman, and it had been. I started the Lafayette Club a while back, and hadn’t had the need to accompany women, since I’d had them at my disposal in the club. I cringed at the word,disposal…that was not how I treated them, and I chastised myself for thinking of the girls like that. They were by no means disposable . . . especially Goldie.
“What about Claudia?” I asked, looking up at Jeremy.
“She’s dating some mogul in Dallas.”
“Damn,” I muttered as I thought about the long-legged, black-haired woman. She would not have been a hardship to court around town to these events.
I flipped through some more names and smiled inwardly. “Keylee Zinc, I know she is not dating anyone and I just saw her a month ago around Jackson Square.”
Jeremy did a quick Google search and smiled. “Total country club material. How do you know her?”
“We grew up together. She left New Orleans for a while, but I just saw that she moved back. She would be perfect. Find out her number so I can give her a call.”
“Give who a call?” Kace asked as he walked into my office without even knocking. The man lacked manners most of the time but then again, we were comfortable enough with each other not to have to knock.
I looked up at Kace and saw that his face was bruised and his posture slumped; it must have been the anniversary. Had it really been an entire year again?
“You look like shit,” I said as Kace took a seat in front of my desk. Jeremy eyed Kace with terror and infatuation in his eyes. It was comical to see my gay assistant fawn over my right-hand man. Kace had no fucking clue either.
Kace shrugged his shoulders and repeated, “Whose number do you need?”
“I don’t believe that concerns you.” I turned to Jeremy and said, “That will be all.”
Jeremy nodded, smiled at Kace, then took off and shut the door to my office like a good little assistant.
Once the door was shut, I walked over to the buffet in my room that held my bourbon and poured glasses for both Kace and myself. I handed it over to him and sat back down behind my desk.
“When are you going to stop paying people to beat the shit out of you every year? You know you just end up pummeling them before they can even figure out what they’ve gotten themselves into.”
Kace didn’t answer as he took a sip of his bourbon. He stared off past my shoulder.
“Did the girls notice?”
“Just Lo.”
“Why just Lo?” I asked, crossing my ankle over my knee and sat back in my chair.
“She came looking for me in my room.”
I automatically sat up and said, “What the hell was she doing in your room?”
“Apparently getting an eyeful,” Kace said with a slight smirk. Smug bastard.
“The girls are not allowed back there,” I gritted between my teeth.
“I know that but do you really think Lo is going to follow your rules? She barely submits to you when you ask, like hell if she is not going to go snooping around. You know her, once she has her mind set on something, she’s going to make it happen.”
The fucker was right. Goldie was a loose cannon, a mustang, a hellion, she would do whatever she wanted and there was no stopping her.
“What did you tell her?” I asked, annoyed.
“I didn’t. I told her to leave.”
