Page 2 of My Sexy Boss
“I can’t believe he’s here.” She shook her head. “What the fuck is he doing here?”
“Who?” I asked, craning my neck.
“The asshole who shattered my heart.”
“Trace Prescott?” I shifted in my chair and looked in the direction Kelsey’s glare was focused.
Then I saw him. Even though I’d never met him, I’d seen plenty of pictures of him in the tabloids. Being an heir of one of the wealthiest families in California and an untamable bachelor, he was a favorite for the gossip magazines. In his pictures, he always had a blonde, stacked woman draped over his arm. Frankly, I couldn’t believe Kelsey had even gone out with him. He was known as a womanizer and confirmed bachelor. I’d warned her, but she kept telling me that he just needed to find the right woman and he’d settle down.
“He doesn’t look upset that we broke up at all, does he?” Kelsey asked.
“No,” I answered as my gaze took in the two buxom blondes wrapped around each side of him.
“Asshole,” she groaned.
And the guy was, but he was also stone-cold, drop-dead gorgeous—way more handsome than his picture in the papers. My first impression of him was raw sex and power. He had broad, well-defined shoulders, thick, dark hair, and eyes the color of a polished shard of metal. Gorgeous, lush, long lashes surrounded them, the kind I would’ve killed for. There was no doubt about it: Trace Prescott exuded feral maleness at its best. Or at its worst, judging by the way Kelsey had been crying. I felt like a traitor.
“Don’t pay attention to him. He’s not worth it,” I said as I tore my eyes away from him. “You’re going to be okay, you know that, right?”
She smiled at me weakly. “I know. I was just so into him, and I thought he felt the same way about me. And he was so fucking rich. I hated blowing this one.”
“You didn’t blow anything, remember? He’s the jerk who cheated on you, so if you regret anything, it should be that you wasted six weeks of your life.” I took a sip of my vodka tonic.
“It wasn’t a waste,” she snapped. “He wined and dined me. Even bought me a diamond bracelet. Anyway, he didn’t actuallytellme he was cheating on me.” She sighed deeply, her gaze reverting back to him.
I didn’t think it was the time to remind her that the diamond bracelet was his thing. There were a ton of blonde, large-breasted women in San Francisco sporting diamond bracelets courtesy of Trace Prescott. “I thought you told me you caught him.”
She pursed her lips together. “No, I didn’t. I said I suspected it because he broke up with me. Anyway, he’s a player, and I’m pretty damn sure he was banging someone else while he was with me. Women know these things.”
I nodded. “What was the reason he gave you for breaking up?”
She shrugged and stared off into the distance. “He just… ended it. Told me that he wanted to be with someone like me but knew that he couldn’t settle down yet.”
“That sounds like a line,” I blurted out before I had a chance to stop myself, and she shot me a dirty look.
I picked up my drink and drained it. After a few minutes, I stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom. Do you want to come?”
She shook her head, her eyes glistening. “Grab me another drink on your way back.” She picked up her empty glass. “This one is the best Daniel has made all night.”
“Dane. Okay, I’ll tell him to make you the same thing. Be back soon.” The side of my mouth twitched as I left the table and headed to the ladies’ room.
On my way to the bathroom, the loud music, the crush of bodies, and the heat of the packed room overcame me, and I slipped out the front door to breathe in the cool night air. As I leaned against the brick wall in front of Beta, I sensed someone staring at me. I turned slightly and met the green eyes of the infamous Mr. Asshole.
I stood there stock-still as his gaze swept from my feet to my eyes and back again. He cocked his head and threw me a crooked smile, and I felt myself flush slightly. He was even more gorgeous close up, but it didn’t matter. The guy had stomped over Kels’s heart, and he had the gall to stand there checking me out when I’d seen him inside with two women flanking him. The jerk took womanizing to a whole new level.
I straightened my shoulders and raised my eyebrows at him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, tossing my hands in the air.
He didn’t seem fazed by my reaction. “Just admiring the way you look in that dress,” he replied in a deep, gravelly voice.
The same voice that had made me tingle at the bar.What the hell?So Mr. Asshole was also Mr. Sexy Voice? For a few seconds, I was left speechless—something I rarely am. Then he smirked at me. That just pushed my buttons.
Glaring at him, I pointed my finger. “You’re nothing but an asshole!” I laughed inwardly;thatwiped the smirk right off his face.
He shook his head. “I’ve never received that reaction before from a pretty woman when I compliment her.”
Ugh! How did Kels ever put up with him?“I don’t want empty compliments from a no-good player. You gave my friend a ton of compliments, made her think she was number one in your life, and it was all lies. Why any woman would want you is beyond me. They probably go out with you just because you’re rich. If you had nothing, you’d be relegated to empty Saturday nights and watching porn.” Shaking slightly, I took a deep breath.
Mr. Asshole stood there for a moment, his expression infuriatingly unwavering. I drew myself up to my full height and lifted my chin to meet his gaze. A bemused smile twitched on his lips. “Who’s your friend?”
