Page 63 of Christmas Wish
“I’ll send a car to pick you up. Wear the filthiest lingerie you got, babygirl.”
“I can’t wait to play with you,” she gushed.
“Make yourself pretty for me. See you in an hour.”
Once he secured the driver and the hotel suite, a rush of adrenaline surged through him. Kim was the perfect woman to help him forget about his old wife and her biker lover. As he ran the electric shaver over his face, the image of Savannah when he’d first seen her years before waiting tables at Luna’s floated through his mind, and then Timmy’s face with his spattering of freckles and dark eyes replaced it, and Bret’s muscles tensed.You changed the game plan, Savannah, and now I find out you’ve been cheating on me? Fuck that.He pounded the porcelain sink with his fist.No one makes a fool out of Bret Philip Carlton. No fucking one.
Impeccably dressed, he walked out of their penthouse and rode the elevator down to the parking garage. As he drove to the hotel, loneliness gnawed at his gut, and he cursed his renegade wife. Bret’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel hard.
“You want a fight, bitch? You got it,” he said out loud.
Then he sped up and merged into traffic on Tremont Street.
