Lead Player - Alex Grayson Page 0,60
waitress comes back with my change, I excuse myself to the ladies’ room. My bladder is so full I barely get my panties down before I have an accident.
God, how embarrassing would that be?
Once I’m finished, I shimmy my panties up and adjust my dress before I go wash my hands. I’m pulling a paper towel out of the dispenser when the door whooshes open and in walks Heidi. We eye each other through the mirror as she approaches the sink. We both know she’s not here to use the facilities. Even so, she turns the faucet on and proceeds to wash her hands.
“I would congratulate you on your impending happiness, but it would be cruel to do so,” she says, her expression full of smugness.
I lean a hip against the sink and indulge her. “And why’s that?”
Her smug look turns into a full-blown nasty grin. “Because it won’t last long.”
“Again, why’s that?”
Turning off the faucet, she walks toward me. I hold her stare and keep my place. Her brows go up as she looks at the paper towel dispenser behind me. It’s childish, I know, but if she wants to dry her hands, she can damn well walk around me to get a paper towel like a normal person would.
With an eye roll, she does just that. There’s no way I’m having my back to this girl, so I turn around to keep her in view.
“Enzo will see what you are, and when he does, he’ll come running to me.”
“What am I, exactly?” I cross my arms over my chest, amused.
“A bitch just after his money.”
“You don’t know me, Heidi. If you did, you’d know I have plenty of my own money. I certainly don’t need his.”
She scoffs. “Everybody wants more money than they have. Enzo is loaded.”
I lean forward and say sweetly, “So am I.”
Her brows dip down in uncertainty. She has no clue what she’s talking about. My grandparents, God rest their souls, were some of the wealthiest in Texas with thousands of acres of oil rich land. They were smart, and instead of selling the land to the government like they wanted, they leased it to them. Although they could have lived off that money, they were farmers at heart. They took care of their farm with the money they made from selling livestock. What the government gave them went straight into the bank. That kind of money builds fast. By the time dad was born, they had millions. The day I was born, my grandparents handed my parents a CD worth more than any living person could spend in a lifetime. Their instructions were to give it to me once I graduated college.
Many people don’t know how ungodly rich I am because I don’t feel the need to flaunt it, and I live modestly. Just because I have the money to spend, doesn’t mean I need to spend it.
The smirk dies and her lips form a straight line. “Doesn’t matter. Enzo will realize what he’s been missing all these years and come to me.”
“Why are you after him now?” I ask, genuinely curious. “Why not make a play before he left for his last tour?”
She shrugs, tossing her paper towel in the trash and moving toward the door. “I wanted to give him the chance to sew some wild oats. Once I get my hands on him, he’ll never touch another woman again.”
I laugh. “What makes you think that, after all this time, if he hasn’t come to you yet, he will now?”
“Because I plan to show him exactly what he’ll get with me.” Her eyes run up and down my body, her look scornful. “And it’ll be a hell of a lot better than what he’s getting from you.”
Tired of this little chat, I slowly walk toward her. Satisfaction hits me when a hint of fear enters her features. She fights it, but I can see her indecision on whether to run from me or hold her ground.
“I’ll give you a little piece of advice, Heidi,” I sneer her name, because yeah, I still hate it. “I fight dirty when it comes to protecting the things I hold dear. And my relationship with Enzo is one of them. So, if you want to play this little game, you better bring it on strong, because I won’t hesitate to take you out.”
Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t say anything else. I toss my own paper towel in the trash and walk out the door, leaving