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?
We meet up at one of our places almost every night and eat dinner together. Then we either do some work for his foundation or talk when we say we’re going to watch a movie. I’m starting to feel like we’re in a real relationship and he’s one of my best friends.
And then I remember I’m lying to him.
“Now for the bad news,” I say.
“Oh lord. Hold on.” Vonnie holds up her index finger as she drains the rest of her glass before filling it right back up again. “Poppy and Brynn were a pain in the ass, but I have a feeling you’re about to blow them straight out of the water.”
“You know how I agreed to plan the event for Mr. Mahler?”
“Yeah . . .” She drags out the word. “He’s a creep, but you need him on your side if you’re going to keep this job, and maybe even more if you don’t make it past this season.”
“Thank you!” I slap a hand on her granite countertops. “That’s why I took this job with him. He had me sign an NDA, which is standard for these big events, so I didn’t think much of it.”
“Fuck the foreshadowing already, spill!”
“Okay, okay. Geez!” I really wish I would have asked for something stronger. “The day after we kissed for the first time, I met Mr. Mahler at the venue for the event and he finally shared all the details with me. The main one being it’s a fundraiser for Glenn Chandler.”
There.
I said it.
Mr. Mahler didn’t appear out of thin air to sue me, and the world didn’t explode.
“That disgusting son of a bitch who has been dragging Q every chance he gets? That fucking Glenn Chandler?” Vonnie shouts and the pendants I was just admiring rattle overhead.
So the world didn’t explode, but I’m pretty sure Vonnie did.
“One and the same,” I say. “I don’t know what to do. Legally, I can’t tell Quinton, but each time I’m with him and I don’t tell him, I feel like I’m lying. And on top of that, I think this guy is a total prick! He’s terrible and the last thing I want to do is plan an event that could help him. But I’m already skating on thin ice with Mahler, I can’t not do it.”
“Fucking hell.” Vonnie sits back on her stool and just looks at me for a moment, not saying anything.
“Don’t just stare at me! Tell me what to do!”