They left as quickly as they came. I didn’t have time for them to stick around. My life moved far too fast for that—traveling, work, traveling for work, a vicious cycle that repeated weekly. Since graduating from law school, I didn’t ask for phone numbers. I didn’t memorize addresses. Women were like a bold, heavy cabernet while eating a five-hundred-dollar Kobe steak. They enhanced the experience, but they weren’t the star of the show.
The star was work.
It always had been; it always would be.
Except this little beauty with long black hair and glittering blue eyes was etched in a space I couldn’t erase.
And I didn’t know what the f**k to do about it.
I turned toward Brett. “She might become a multi-night stand while I’m in Vegas, but this is where it’ll end.”
“You sure about that?”
