One Night with the Player

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From Chapter 1

Leo planned his first trip home in fifteen years around one thing: avoiding Olivia.

“Oh yeah? Good for them. Did your sister go too?” That had been my goal all along. If I was going to be returning to Texas, I had to make sure Olivia wouldn’t be anywhere nearby.

“Yeah. It’s too bad. I’m sure she would have loved seeing you while you’re back in town.”

A mixture of disappointment and relief slid down my spine. I held out my shot glass for another refill. Knowing I wouldn’t be running into Olivia would make being back in Texas a whole lot easier, though there was a part of me that would have given everything for one more glimpse of her gorgeous face. “We’ll have to catch up next time I come home.”

Ethan laughed. “Yeah, right. At this rate, the next time you come back, you’ll be bringing the missus and a brood of kids.”

My gut clenched. He might think I aspired to the American dream, but that had never been my goal. The only woman I’d ever been able to picture standing by my side for any length of time had always been entirely off limits.

“What’s it like being the owner of the hottest dating app out there? I guess you’re always hooking up with supermodels and movie stars, huh?” Ethan was halfway to sloppy drunk with nothing standing in his way. He’d always had a hard time holding his liquor. Too bad he hadn’t seemed to learn how to handle himself better over the years. It would be easier to humor him than crush his warped fantasies of what my actual life as CEO of the most popular hook-up app on the market looked like.

“Not nearly as exciting as you’d think.” I gulped down another shot. “Now tell me where we’re headed. You know I don’t like surprises.”

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “Curvalicious. It’s a gentleman’s club on the way out of Austin. If things go your way tonight, you might just get lucky, not that you need any help in that department.”

The last thing I wanted to do tonight was sit around with guys I hadn’t talked to in fifteen years while women I didn’t give a fuck about shook their tits in my face. But I didn’t want to hurt Ethan’s feelings. So, I sucked it up and held out my shot glass for another pour, determined to do what I did best: keep my feelings to myself and do what needed to be done to get through the evening ahead.

Find out what happens next tonight.