Love In The Mix (Love Series #3) - Lucy Darling

Summary

Alyssa has finally got her bakery, Love Bites, up and running. Everything is falling into place until a handsome stranger across from her shop catches her eye. Watching him becomes a daily part of her routine. Now she’s craving more than sweet treats.

Sean works too much for his own good. But owning the hottest night clubs in the city takes dedication. Even if it means leaving his club at early hours of the morning. Yet, even with all the success he’s had, still he feels as though something is missing. That is until Alyssa comes stumbling into his club looking adorably out of place.

She thinks he’s too wild for her. He thinks she’s what he’s been missing. Can he prove to her that love doesn’t really bite . . . except in the sweetest of ways?

1

Sean

My head snaps up when the sound of blasting music fills my office. The door falls closed behind Amber as she enters. Once it’s shut, there's silence once again. I’ve never been more thankful for making a soundproof room. It is the only way that I can get any work done when the club is actually open.

Still, my head pounds from listening to the madness all day. I should go home but something has me rooted in my office. I decide I’ll wait for the club to close and then I’ll leave. It’s not as though there's anything waiting for me at home. Just an empty house.

“Aren't you going to come out and celebrate?” Amber is one of the hosts at Club Vine. She fills in as my second assistant when Noah leaves for the day. My days run so long I have to have two assistants in order to keep myself sane.

“No.” I go back to answering emails, not caring that it’s two in the morning. I wish the time would go faster. I am ready to leave. I am the boss—not only that, but I own the freaking place. I could leave whenever I wanted to but still, no dice. I keep on sitting and waiting, trying to fill my time with menial tasks.

My brother Ethan might have a point about me being obsessed with work, but I’m not ready to admit that yet. It’s easy for him to say when he has Amelia to lure him home every night. Although my bed is enticing, it always being empty is not.

I don't even know why I’m complaining about being here. If I go home I’ll be doing the same thing I’ve done this whole month. I’ll lie in bed trying to figure out why I suddenly feel as though a hole has formed inside my chest. I thought it was because I was closing in on owning all my clubs myself.

My older brother Ethan had done me a solid by being a silent investor. He helped me get off the ground with some start-up money when I was fresh out of college. I was lucky that he believed in me and was always willing to help.

After years of hard work, I was able to pay him off this afternoon. I gave him back every single cent that I had ever borrowed. He wouldn't take the interest on the money so I took it and put it into a trust fund for my niece or nephew who’s on the way.

“You can live it up for one night.” Amber strolls over to my desk, sitting on the side of it. She leans over. The dress she has on is cut low in the front, her tits practically hanging out. I’m pretty sure she’s doing it on purpose. I’m not interested. I think that's part of my problem: I’m never interested.

“I’m sure there is something else you could be doing right now.” I give her a death glare. I should look into a second assistant who isn't one of the club workers. I’d picked up Amber on the fly after the head bartender here told me she was efficient. But I'm beginning to regret that decision. With each week that passes she becomes a little more comfortable, which is leading to her hitting on me.

“I’m sure there is.” I glance back up to her. She’s smiling down at me. There’s a glimmer of hope in her eye, which I’m about to extinguish.

“Get out of my office.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her she’s fired but I don’t. I’ll hire someone new for my late night PA shift and then I’ll have her led