Somehow I resisted the urge to launch Archâs phone against the wall.
âI wasnât thinking straight when I booked you on this,â he finally said. âI was in a hurry and you wereâ¦â
âDesperate?â
âYes, dammit.â He sighed. âCome home, Evie. I just got a call from Dooleyâs. Theyâre looking for someone to host karaoke on Tuesday nights.â
âPass.â
âSomething else will come up.â
âSomething already did.â I scooped up my toiletry bag and a change of clothes, forced myself to my feet. âIâll see you in eight days, Michael.â
He lowered his voice, and I had to wonder if Sasha was within earshot. âI donât want you to get hurt, hon.â
âLike Arch saidâ¦too late.â I thumbed off the power, calmly placed the phone on the desk. I headed for the bathroom without looking at the man my ex didnât trust. I didnât want to consider why. My brain was already reeling. âIâll be out in a few minutes.â
âIâll order room service.â
I waited until I was in the shower, hot water pounding, before I gave in to tears.
CHAPTER SIX
L IFE WAS CRUEL .
I watched Arch inhale a deluxe burger and fries while I picked at my salad. I didnât even like salad. He also swilled beer while I sipped calorie-free, flavor-free water.
The waiter had forgotten my wedge of lemon.
âDo you always eat like that?â I asked.
He aimed a ketchup-drenched fry at my boring rabbit food. âDo you?â
âIâm watching my weight.â
âWhy?â
âYouâre kidding. Are you or are you not in entertainment?â
âIâm a man,â he said by way of an answer. âMen like curves.â He chewed the fry, swilled more beer. âLetâs go over it one more time, yeah?â
Considering my generous hips, I think he just complimented me, but I couldnât be sure, and I wasnât going to ask. Bad boy was all business now. Michaelâs call had dampened his playful mood. I wasnât happy about the call, either, although I felt better since the cry in the shower. I couldnât wash away the hurt, but I did manage to rejuvenate my body. Swapping Sugarâs tight clothes for drawstring pants and an oversize Betty Boop T-shirt also helped. Ah, comfort.
Iâd taken longer in the bathroom than Iâd intended, but no way, no how was I going to face Mr. Manly Man on our first night together sans beauty products.
After drying my hair, I slathered my skin with French Vanilla lotion then applied mascara and sheer pink lip balm. Anything more would have been ridiculous considering we were going to turn in after dinner.
âWould it help if I gave you the written profile?â Arch asked, offering me a sheet of paper from his notebook. âGave you more time to absorb? I know itâs a bit of information.â
I ignored the profile, stabbed a tomato wishing it were a meatball. Michael would have ordered me the burger without asking. Even though the salad held the appeal of grass, I decided it was kind of nice being in the company of a man who didnât know me any better than I knew him. I decided now was a good time to dazzle Arch with one of my special skills.
âMy name is Sugar Louise Dupont, maiden name Jones. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York.â Something heâd revised since Iâd adopted the accent on my own. âIâm a singer. Was a singer. A Vegas lounge lizard to be exact.â Another revision since I was too short to be a showgirl. âI bounced from stage to stage, man to man, looking for the perfect fit.â I batted my lashes. âThen I met you. It was love at first sight, well, for you, anyway. No wonder. You had a front-row seat at the midnight show as I performed âFeverâ in a skintight gownâredâcut down to my navel and slit up to my thigh.â
I ignored his
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