Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
When we talked on the phone, we discussed that Mr. Mahler and I would be able to walk around on our own and then go back to her with any questions once we finished looking around. I’m worried that she’ll say no, but when her eyes soften and a sympathetic smile crosses her face, relief courses through me.
“I’d be happy to,” she says. “Let me just grab a notebook so I can write some things down as we go.”
She walks back into her office and when I turn around, Mr. Mahler and Mr. Carlin are huddled together, speaking in hushed tones.
Quinton’s warning about not trusting Mr. Mahler pops into my mind unbidden.
The more I’m around Mr. Mahler, the less I like him. Neither one of these men gives me good vibes. I mean, I don’t even want to walk around the venue alone with them, for goodness sake.
I don’t know if it’s because I can still taste Quinton’s lips on mine or if I’m starting to recognize things I’ve been ignoring for the last couple of months, but I’m beginning to regret agreeing to plan this event for Mr. Mahler.
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“SO,” ELIZABETH COOS once we’ve made our way back to the entryway or, as Elizabeth calls it, the foyer. “What did you think? Will Fitz’s Mansion be the site of your fundraising event?”
I hold my breath and cross my fingers behind my back. With every gold accent Elizabeth pointed out and historical anecdote she told, the doubts I had about working with Mr. Mahler faded. What could possibly be wrong with me getting to plan an event in this beautiful venue? Visions of centerpieces overflowing with every white flower I can get my hands on and white twinkly lights fill my mind. I can envision every piece of this event, all I need is Mr. Mahler’s approval.
He leans over and whispers something in Mr. Carlin’s ear and not surprisingly, Mr. Carlin nods yes to whatever he’s hearing. During the tour, it became more apparent that even though Mr. Mahler introduced Mr. Carlin as a business partner at Quinton’s launch, he doesn’t hold any weight when it comes to this event. He basically just agreed with everything that Mr. Mahler said. Not saying I blame Mr. Mahler for bringing him. If I had a hype man, I too would bring them with me everywhere.
Mr. Mahler claps his hands together before revealing his freakishly white teeth. “Let’s do it,” he says. “This will be the perfect location for the fundraiser.”