Page 33 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Damn, thought you would forget,” Zane laughed, as he handed it over to me.
“Let me know how your conversation with Rex goes. I’ll be interested to see how he takes your offer. When you come down, be sure to visit when all is said and done. I would love to show you around town.”
“You can count on it,” Zane answered with a smile. “Just after everything is completed.”
“Naturally. I’ll be in touch. Thank you, Zane, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your help.”
“No, thank you, you made me a better offer than what I was shooting for.”
With those parting words, I took off to catch my plane back to New Orleans.
Everything seemed to be coming together. Zane was going to contact Rex and fly out to New Orleans as soon as possible, and I had my detective on hold. Hopefully, sooner rather than later, I would be able to finally take my dad and Rex down, and if it wasn’t too late, claim Goldie once again.
Chapter Eleven
“She Knows”
GOLDIE
“I have a meeting, Goldie, an important one, so please clean up your dishes and go up to your room,” Rex demanded, wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin and then taking his plate to the kitchen.
I missed Kace already. It was torture being with Rex, and then trying to go to the club to teach the girls, who remained cold and stone-like toward me. I had hope when Blane tried to approach me, but all he asked was for me to give the girls a break, that was it. I wondered if he really was trying to be in cahoots with me, because I didn’t even get the smallest of nods from him.
Rex had been an uptight ass-hat ever since he’d taken a call earlier today. It was like someone strung his balls up and occasionally pulled on them, just to piss him off.
His maid cooked us a delicious platter of lasagna, and did the man even thank her? No. He just ate the food on his plate without even talking to me. I had more of a conversation in my head with George Washington on the wall than I did with Rex.
“Hurry along,” Rex said, while he looked at me, waiting for me to move.
“Do you mind if I finish?” I said in a snappy tone, getting pretty annoyed with his pestering.
“I would tell you to finish upstairs, but I don’t allow food on the second floor. Please, just finish; I need you out of here.”
“It seems like you’re trying to hide me,” I stated with my mouth full of lasagna.
“I can’t imagine why,” he rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair.
“I thought I meant something to you, Rex. I’m sorry, but with the way you’ve been treating me, it seems like you don’t even want me here.”
Where the hell did that come from? And why the hell did I even care?
Looking frustrated, Rex got in my face and said, “You’re the one who wants to build a friendship first. If you were my girlfriend, you would be treated a little differently, maybe with a little bit more respect.”
Ahh, so the man wanted access to the Goldie garden. Not going to happen.
“Well, it would be nice if we could be friends first, seems like it would build a solid foundation. How am I supposed to know if I want to move forward with you if you’re going to continue to treat me like this?”
Irritation laced Rex’s features, but I could see him ease up a bit.
“I’m sorry, Goldie. I’m just stressed, and having you in the next room is killing me. I will do better at being a gentleman. I apologize.”
He sounded almost like he meant it.
Deciding to throw him a bone, I got up from the table, shoved the rest of my lasagna in my mouth, and rinsed my plate off in the kitchen sink. I was about to turn to him and give him a conciliatory hug when his doorbell rang. The look in Rex’s eyes made me think I should probably get the hell out of his sight, or else I would be dragged up the stairs by my hair. Scary.
“Uh, I’ll just head up to my room.”
“Take the back stairs,” he said curtly, ushering me away.
