The story that started with PERFECT SENSE continues…
Cash Brooks held a secret from Quinn that destroyed any chance they had at a happy ending.
Everything she believed their relationship to be was a lie.
Quinn left heartbroken for Harvard, unable to stop loving him even though she knew his past ruined any chance they had at a future.
Now, she’s in Boston completing her MBA and learning to move on without the only man she ever loved. Starting over isn’t easy… especially when an unlikely circumstance pulls her into Cash’s world once again. The truth will come out, hearts will be broken, and Cash will have to battle the mistakes from his past and fight for a second chance to be with the woman he loves.
Their love isn’t perfect, but will it be enough for Quinn to learn to trust him again? Or will the burden and mistakes from his past keep them apart forever?
When no one is paying attention, I splash some whiskey into my glass. One sip, that’s all it takes to steady my tremoring hands.
The tiny brunette on my lap keeps running her hand up and down my chest, suggestively. She smiles at me with her cat-like blue eyes focused on my crotch. She wants to fuck me. It’s obvious. She’s pretty, no doubt. Problem is, I don’t want to fuck her. And even if I did, I haven’t been able to get my dick hard enough to want to fuck someone, not even this cleavage showing vixen straddling my lap.
“Anything I can get you?” she coos in my ear.
How about a fucking time machine? Can you manage that?
I take a sip from my drink, watching another seductive smile touch her wet pink lips.
“Whiskey? Rum? Scotch...?” She pauses for a moment and bites down on her bottom lip. “Sex?”
I choke on my drink and brush her off my lap. She flops down onto the empty cushion beside me with a frown. Before I would have tossed a girl like her into the back of a limo and gotten my rocks off. Now, I just want her off of me.
“I'm going to pass on the offer.” I clear my throat and look to where Jason is doling out more shots. “Although I’m sure one of my teammates would be happy to accept.”
She blinks and then blinks again. “So you’re not going to leave here with me?”
And with that truth, I tip my drink to her, ignoring this girl’s pout about me not leaving with her, and down the whiskey-laced Coke. It’s strong, numbing, and exactly what I need to clear my head. I stand up and walk over to Alex.
“Hey! Brooks!” Jason yells over the music.
I start to reply with some similar greeting, but just behind Jason, set into the shadows of the next VIP booth, stands Theo, the Bruiser’s Marketing Manager. Also known as the biggest power tripper and dick shit I’ve ever had to work with. When Quinn was an intern for the Bruiser’s it was obvious he was attracted to her, and even though it drove me insane that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, I also couldn’t blame him. Who wouldn’t want, Quinn? She’s smart and beautiful. She’s the whole package.
Our eyes meet and neither of us looks away. He’s sipping a drink with one of my Tornadoes teammates, but I can tell how unsurprised he is to see me here. He would love nothing more than to see my career go down in flames. And seeing him here isn’t good.
Keep it together, Cash.
“Cash Brooks,” Theo says once we are standing face to face. He takes a slow sip of his drink and glances over my shoulder at the throng of girls and booze in our section. “Look at you, right back to where you started.”
I clear my throat, feeling that familiar distaste for Theo spread along my skin from my chest out to my fingertips. “What do you want Theo?”
“Can’t an old colleague greet another at a club without an ulterior motive?” Theo takes a swig of his drink.
“Not when that old colleague is you greeting me.”
He nods, lifting his drink and taking another sip, studying me. “Did you enjoy the holidays, Brooks?”
“Holidays are for people who have a family. I didn’t enjoy shit except an empty home and Chinese takeout.”
“Oh, come on, you're Cash Brooks.” Theo nods over to the women behind me pawing my teammates in the VIP section. “You just play more, fuck more, and drink more to make everything A-Okay.”
“Screw off, Theo.” I scowl at him, then turn away. I don’t need his patronizing shit right now. I have enough regrets, and punching Theo out at a club doesn’t need to be added to my never-ending list.
“Aren’t you going to ask how my holiday went?”
I freeze, steps away from him, waiting. The way his shit-eating-smirk carries through his voice makes me struggle to keep on walking, and I suddenly become a little overwhelmed with the enormity of the question.
He knows something about Quinn.
“I spent Christmas evening at Hilton Ashby’s place,” he gloats.
Slowly, I turn around to face him and hesitate a beat before offering. “No surprise there. You’re an epic ass-kisser.” My voice remains steady as I swallow down the taste of bile. He doesn’t have to say it for me to know he saw Quinn. I’ve never felt such a tormenting mix of protectiveness, resentment, and a blinding need to drink a bottle of whiskey to numb the pain.
“Quinn was there,” he confirms and takes a long sip of his fucking drink.
Amanda Cowen can be found eating cupcakes, singing off-key, or watching a good RomCom when she isn’t trapped on her computer writing stories and delighting her imagination. She has been writing since the ripe age of twelve about ponies and princesses in brightly colored duo-tangs with metallic pens. Thankfully, she now has a Mac with a keyboard where she can write about love, sex and relationships. She is an “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” fanatic, a hater of roller-coasters and a country music junkie. She lives in Thunder Bay, ON where the summers are short and the winters are long.
Her next Contemporary Romance/New Adult Fiction novel TAINTED (The Wyatt Series #1) will be available in Summer 2014.
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