one.”
She nodded and within a few minutes I was curbside, trying to hail another taxi to take me home. A cab finally pulled up and right as I was going for the door handle, another hand got there first.
“Excuse me, this is my cab,” I barked, turning to the owner of the rude hand.
I was greeted by stunning ice blue eyes, a strong stubble-covered jawline, and a huge toothy grin.
“Sorry.” His voice was deep and velvety, matching his five thousand dollar suit well. He started to back away from the cab and I panicked. I needed to see more of those eyes so I blurted out, “We could share? I’m heading to the Upper East Side.”
He nodded. “So am I.”
We hopped in and I gave the directions to my overpriced Fifth and Seventy-sixth,apartment that overlooked Central Park.
My cabmate chuckled.
“Was something I said funny to you, sir?” I drawled at him in the most southern belle voice I could muster.
“It’s not every day that a bohemian looking southerner lives in that area of town.”
“Excuse me?”
“Forgive me, but you don’t look like you’d live there.” His finger twirled around my outfit. I saw red.
Who the hell does he think he is?
The cab stopped in front of my building and I got out, slamming the door shut without so much as a backward glance at the asshat I’d had the misfortune of sharing a cab with. Beautiful or not, an asshat is an asshat, and I was not going to take shit from someone like that.
“Miss?”
I heard his velvet-coated voice call from the parked cab and the door shut behind him.
“What?” An exasperated tone escaped me as I turned to meet his stunning eyes and a cruel smile raking across his lips.
“You left this in the cab.”
To my horror, he was holding my new toy in his hand.
All kinds of red prickled my face as I took my vibrator from him. “Thanks,” I choked, gulping the last bit of saliva out of my drying mouth.
“Want to have drinks later?”
I was rather taken aback by his question. “What?”
“I’m only in town a few nights a month and I leave in the morning. I’m free after my next meeting and would love to have some company at the hotel lounge instead of drinking by myself.”
He handed me a business card that read “Seth Roberts, CFO” with an address scribbled on the back. “That’s where I am staying. I’ll be in the lobby around eight. See you there if you’d like.”
He got back in the cab while I stood like an idiot, grasping his card in one hand, my vibrator and lingerie bag in the other.
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She nodded and within a few minutes I was curbside, trying to hail another taxi to take me home. A cab finally pulled up and right as I was going for the door handle, another hand got there first.
“Excuse me, this is my cab,” I barked, turning to the owner of the rude hand.
I was greeted by stunning ice blue eyes, a strong stubble-covered jawline, and a huge toothy grin.
“Sorry.” His voice was deep and velvety, matching his five thousand dollar suit well. He started to back away from the cab and I panicked. I needed to see more of those eyes so I blurted out, “We could share? I’m heading to the Upper East Side.”
He nodded. “So am I.”
We hopped in and I gave the directions to my overpriced Fifth and Seventy-sixth,apartment that overlooked Central Park.
My cabmate chuckled.
“Was something I said funny to you, sir?” I drawled at him in the most southern belle voice I could muster.
“It’s not every day that a bohemian looking southerner lives in that area of town.”
“Excuse me?”
“Forgive me, but you don’t look like you’d live there.” His finger twirled around my outfit. I saw red.
Who the hell does he think he is?
The cab stopped in front of my building and I got out, slamming the door shut without so much as a backward glance at the asshat I’d had the misfortune of sharing a cab with. Beautiful or not, an asshat is an asshat, and I was not going to take shit from someone like that.
“Miss?”
I heard his velvet-coated voice call from the parked cab and the door shut behind him.
“What?” An exasperated tone escaped me as I turned to meet his stunning eyes and a cruel smile raking across his lips.
“You left this in the cab.”
To my horror, he was holding my new toy in his hand.
All kinds of red prickled my face as I took my vibrator from him. “Thanks,” I choked, gulping the last bit of saliva out of my drying mouth.
“Want to have drinks later?”
I was rather taken aback by his question. “What?”
“I’m only in town a few nights a month and I leave in the morning. I’m free after my next meeting and would love to have some company at the hotel lounge instead of drinking by myself.”
He handed me a business card that read “Seth Roberts, CFO” with an address scribbled on the back. “That’s where I am staying. I’ll be in the lobby around eight. See you there if you’d like.”
He got back in the cab while I stood like an idiot, grasping his card in one hand, my vibrator and lingerie bag in the other.
What a freaking weird day!
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