Faking Ms. Right (Dirty Martini Running Club #1) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,7

“Thanks.”

“I agree with Nora,” Hazel said.

“I love you guys.”

“I’d like to propose a toast.” Nora lifted her glass. Hazel and I did the same. “To Everly. May this time of singlehood be as long or as brief as she wishes. And may the next man in her life be the one to sweep her off her feet, and may he also have a big dick.”

“I’ll drink to that.” I lifted my glass to clink against theirs, and we all took a sip.

Sweep her off her feet. I didn’t see that happening anytime soon. But I was nothing if not a perpetual optimist, and a girl could still dream.

3

Shepherd

My assistant came into my office. She didn’t knock, but she was the one person who could get away with it. Probably because she never interrupted me when I was on a phone call or in a private meeting. She took my coat off the hook and draped it over her arm.

“You should get going or you’ll miss your reservation,” she said.

I glanced at the time. I did need to leave. Lateness was something I could not abide. I didn’t allow it in myself any more than I allowed it in others. But I’d been distracted, caught up reading a proposal.

I closed my laptop and put it in my briefcase, then stood, my mind already on the unpleasant dinner ahead of me. This had the potential to go very badly. Breaking things off with Svetlana in public was a risk. I hadn’t been seeing her for very long, but she had a flair for drama. I hoped I’d made the right call in taking her to a restaurant.

“I confirmed your reservation at Tulio,” she said, handing me my coat. “Do you want me to send you the menu?”

“No.” I slipped on my coat and pocketed my phone. I hadn’t finished reviewing the proposal. Tomorrow was going to be busy with meetings, so I’d have to go over it tonight. The sooner I finished this dinner, the better. Maybe I wouldn’t stay to eat. Get in, get out. Move on.

I fixed the collar of my coat and took my briefcase off the desk.

“Goodnight, Mr. Calloway,” she said as I walked out the door, heading for the parking garage.

This Svetlana thing had me distracted. I probably could have blown her off without seeing her in person again, but she struck me as the sort of woman who’d try to make trouble. If there was anything worse than a shitty breakup, it was a shitty breakup that made it into the press. She knew how private I was—how closely I guarded my personal life. If I pissed her off now, I was certain she’d make it as public as she possibly could. My best bet was to mollify her with money.

Not a direct bribe. I wouldn’t insult her by treating her like a prostitute. But I knew the sort of currency that had the potential to satisfy a woman like Svetlana. After all, that was why she’d been dating me in the first place.

I should have seen it in the beginning, but the woman’s acting ability deserved an Oscar. She’d approached me at a fundraiser, and her smile had caught me. To look at her, you’d think it would have been her body—because honestly, her body was insane—but it had been her smile. She’d smiled at me, wide and bright, and I’d known I was taking her home with me.

But at thirty-six, I was apparently still shit at judging authenticity, because her smile was as fake as her hair color.

Beneath that incredibly hot exterior, Svetlana was a nightmare. She was territorial, demanding, and whiny. She wanted a billionaire sugar daddy—a role I had no interest in playing—which was clearly why she’d set her sights on me.

Just like Brielle. And Sasha. And Marissa before her.

Clearly, I had a problem.

I was beginning to think I might be cursed. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was normal for a man like me to attract a certain type of woman. In my younger days, I wouldn’t have dreamed I’d ever tire of the string of gorgeous women beating down my door. But they were all the same. A beautiful face and a hot body only went so far. It wasn’t that I was looking for something serious. I barely had room in my life for a casual relationship, let alone anything long-term. But spending time with a woman who wasn’t a viper disguised as a kitten would be a nice