This guy's looks didn't ring a bell at all.
Louisa's palms were sweating bullets, and a sudden chill went straight down her spine.
'How the hell did this loser have so many accounts anyway?!'
She was terrified this i***t would mess things up for her before Dominic even made it back to the Rodgers.
Accepting her crappy luck, she grabbed her stuff and headed across the street.
She pushed the door open and walked in. A bartender was behind the counter, looking down while slicing lemons.
There were people at three other tables—just some young folks chatting and laughing—and the background music was pretty low.
The guy was sitting in the corner booth. A waiter had just brought him two glasses of whiskey, the amber liquid glowing under the lights.
"Mr. Calvin Lawson, here are the two dri
