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Ugh.
Why are the men with slag for souls the best fallen angels?
It’s not fair.
But Dexter Rory could be an actual heaven-sent angel in disguise and I still wouldn’t change my mind.
I’m not pretending to marry him and that’s that.
He’ll just have to find another sucker to play the part, a sweet girl willing to bat her eyes and fawn all over him like he has a better personality than a hungover grizzly bear, and I’ll just have to find a saner way to keep scaring up money.
4
SWEET PURSUIT (DEXTER)
Guess who’s reached an entirely new level of absolute humiliation, previously unknown in human history?
That would be me.
I swear at the traffic ahead of me as I stomp on the gas. The Tesla leaps forward like it’s airborne, but for once that doesn’t put a smile on my face. Driving in downtown Kansas City on a busy night isn’t something anyone does for fun.
Of all the meetings to flub, the one with Sweet Stuff just had to be it.
I had no illusions walking into her shop.
I thought she might be reluctant, suspicious, stubborn as hell.
Whatever.
Not everyone wants to pretend to be in a fake relationship, and all because I planted my foot so deep down my throat it came out my own ass again.
Still, I thought the business would convince her it was worth it.
A temporary inconvenience for a sizable payoff.
Hell, it’s not like Iwantto date her, anyway. It’s a business arrangement like everything else.
But no. Miss Winkley has other plans.
She wants to let her poor shop sputter along in this brutal economy. I did some research before our chat. Judging by the fading reviews and low social media engagement, the Sugar Bowl has seen better days.
It’s not winning the rave reviews from food critics and travel guides like it did in the past.
Institution or not, it isn’t a place where people are beating down the door and begging this redheaded hellion to take their money.
All because she has herprideor some shit.
I have mine, too.
And now that she’s gone and demolished my chances with Haute, it means there’s another meeting waiting. One where I have to own up to this wreck with my brothers.
Fucking hell.
I suck in a breath through my teeth and stab through the traffic clog to Lee’s Summit, just outside the city. It’s a sleek, modern office that looks like it belongs in Silicon Valley.
Of course, there’s still time for it to crumble around my ears.
They’re waiting for me in the conference room like usual.
