Her Hollywood Hitman: A Dark Romantic Suspense (18 page)

“Of all the gin joints in all the world…” he said. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. His impression of Bogart was spot on, given his sad eyes and his empty drink.
 

“I don’t think we’ve met before. I thought that line was only for old lost loves and 1940s movies with tragically sad endings.” The bartender slid two drinks in front of us. Kelly waved at me and blew a kiss, walking arm and arm with a man that I recognized as one of her old flings. How had 5:30 PM on a normal afternoon turned into
this
before the sun had even set over the city?

“Thought I’d give it a try. I noticed you the moment you walked in, even with all these thoughts swirling around in my head?”

“Oh, and what thoughts are those?”

“Just starting a new business venture and dealing with… well, an ex-wife. Now, beautiful women in bars don’t want to hear about that kind of thing, do they?”

“Well, you’d be surprised what a girl likes to hear when a man immediately calls her ‘beautiful.’” I swirled my drink and took another sip, teetering past tipsy and into a heavenly relaxation next to a handsome man I barely knew. He looked at me again with those midnight blue eyes, and I looked at him wholly, truly taking him in.
 

“It’s just true. As soon as I saw you, it took my mind off of everything in this blasted town.”

“Blasted? You really do sound like you’re straight out of a 1940s movie.” I looked over to Kelly again and saw that she had walked off to a corner with her guy. I knew she always partied hard the night before a big gig, and then she dove into the serious work. She had always made fun of me for not having a good time, for not letting off any steam when we were starting out at the grassroots level. We’d worked together during our graduate internships, two opposite peas in a pod. But now, I guess I was taking a cue from her. Kelly usually had a big fling before she took on a new client or worked on a new campaign. Maybe I could do the same thing. The broad, handsome man sitting before me leaned back and laughed, his voice throaty and rich. He must have been at least six foot three, maybe taller. Even a curvy girl like me could feel small in the presence of a man like this.

“I’m just that classy, baby. Really, I am. What’s a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?” He looked around, the gossip still drifting around us even as the sun began to set. “Picking up gossip about the big campaign? Think Hillary is in it to win it?”

“Oh I do. But I’m more interested in the senate race at the moment. I hear there’s an Independent candidate from Virginia popping in at the last second to defeat Janice Howell.” He laughed and took a long sip of his drink.

“Oh yeah? I heard something about that too.” The man’s eyes were sad and far away, as if thinking back to a time long passed. “Well, he’s a nutter if I ever heard of one. That woman is impossible to defeat, and she’s not going to let him win, even if she takes the whole ship down along with her.”
 

“That’s not what I hear.” I took another sip of my drink, wondering exactly what this man knew about the candidate I’d be working for. Or what his beef with Janice Howell might be. Perhaps he was just another unhappy Democrat who lived on the Virginia side of the DMV. Janice had been doing plenty to screw up his state ever since she’d cut her teeth in the state Senate years ago. “I hear he’s got an unlimited well of funds, and he’s going to knock her socks off with his... bravado and charm.” I smiled. I hoped I was right. That was the kind of candidate I wanted to work for anyway. Maybe when I actually met him, he might rise to the occasion. But for right now, Blue Eyes was rocking my world just with one glance. And I could enjoy the moment. Admiration was good for a girl’s ego, and I needed my ego if I was going to make this campaign work.

“Bravado and charm, huh? Well, he’ll need plenty of that if he’s going to tango with Janice.” He sipped his drink again, then looked over to me. A jolt of excitement ran straight through to my core. He had called me beautiful, and he kept looking at me in that way, the way a man does when he wants you more than anything else he’s ever seen. Kelly was falling in and out of love all the time, but I never had much time for anything like that. The dating, the drama, all the crap... I could take it or leave it. And most of the time I left it. In my life, men hadn’t been worth the hassle. “What might be a more interesting topic of conversation? Maybe, tell me what you do. Or something that you love.”
 

“Well, until today, I worked at the Washington Foundation for Internships. Forming tomorrow’s leaders and all that.”

“I know them. They do good work. And I bet they love you.”

“Oh yeah? How do you figure?”

“Well, I already like you, and you just sat down next to me. I can tell. You’re smart. Probably work too hard for too little money. And you probably have too much education to even consider doing the job you do. Am I close?” I looked into my drink. Dead on.

“What are you, a psychologist or something?”

“I’m good at reading people. Now, what’s your name? I guess we should have done that first, but here we are.”

“Here we are,” I echoed. I paused for a moment. “Desiree. I’m Desiree.”

“John.” He held out a hand and gripped mine, sending a pulse through my body. My skin turned to gooseflesh, like a lightning storm was on its way through. That electricity... it was something I hadn’t felt in years, maybe ever. Now, if some of my dates from Match had that kind of thing going for them, I might not have taken my romantic life so lightly.

“Just John?”

“Yeah, for tonight. Just John. For a beautiful lady that I’m sure I’ll never see again.”
 

“Well now, how do you know that?”

“Just a hunch,” he said. “I’m heading back to my hometown to get my new business venture started after this week, and I probably won’t be around to take you out on a date like I ought to. Or, well, if you have a boyfriend...” I laughed, a hot flush rising to my cheeks. This dude was laying it on thick.
 

“No boyfriend. But what makes you think I’d go on a date with you?”

“Something about the way you’re looking at me, even something about the way you kept glancing at me when you first walked in. Yes, I saw.” The chatter inside Rye had moved into a roar.

I hear that Reynolds has his campaign team already assembled, and they’re...

Janice Howell is furious because...

John rolled his eyes, smiling that crooked smile at me again. I nearly melted in the spot where I was sitting.
 

It’s only this once
, I thought.
It’s only tonight, and tomorrow my whole career begins anew. He’s right. We’ll never see each other again, and maybe a little flirtation is just what I need. Or... even something more.
 

“Say, it’s getting a little bit crowded in here, Desiree. I’m staying up at the Four Seasons. We can go to the bar there, and I’ll buy you a drink. Or an expensive appetizer. Nothing untoward. I promise. I just want to spend time with a lovely, interesting woman the night before my whole life changes.” My breath hitched in my throat. Had he really just asked me to go back to his hotel with him?
 

“Oh, I don’t think I can. I mean, you’re great. And very handsome. Very.” I picked up my drink, trying my best to look sexy, but some of it jumped out of the glass and spilled onto my hand. “Oh shit. I just don’t do this kind of thing very well.”

“There’s no ‘this kind of thing’ at all. Just a man asking a beautiful woman to chat with him for the evening. And then I can walk you home, or help you grab a taxi. No expectations.” He held his hands up as a gesture of honesty. Again, he caught my eye, and I found myself
wishing
for certain expectations. I had a brief flash of his body, what it might look like. Older than my 28 years on this earth, but cut as hell I would bet. And that broad, firm body. I gasped. I hadn’t thought about any man like this in
years
. What would it hurt to go along with him for just a moment? A few minutes in time...

“Yeah okay.”

“Is that a ‘Yeah, okay, buddy, nice try?’ or an ‘Okay, let’s ditch this joint and head back to a quieter, classier place?’”

“The latter, I guess. I mean, we can’t go wrong with just one drink, can we?” He shook his head.

“Of course not. We’re well-behaved adults. Very attractive, very well-behaved adults.” I slid off of the bar stool, and John followed, taking my arm in his and leading me out of the bar. Kelly’s back was turned to us as we walked to the door. John walked ahead of me, already out through the doors as I waved to get Kelly’s attention. She rushed over to me and pulled me into a hug.
 

“Are you leaving... with a
guy
? How very chic of you! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do my darling.” I laughed.
 

“That doesn’t leave much out, Kelly. Text me the address of headquarters, and I’ll be there with you tomorrow morning. I promise I won’t be out too late tonight.”

“I know you won’t be, my responsible darling. But if this guy is cute, you should bag him. The campaign trail isn’t fantastic for romantic relationships, you know. Doomed for failure and all that. I encourage one-night stands with handsome strangers as a sweet little remedy before each campaign begins.”
 

“Sure, Kell. I’ll take your words of wisdom into consideration.” She drew me into another hug and kissed me on the cheek. I walked out of Rye and back onto the arm of the handsomest man I’d seen in years. I leaned into him, taking in his rich, clean scent of expensive cologne. Again, that jolt rang to my core.
 

“Let’s walk. There’s a hint of autumn in the air, and autumn always makes me feel like new beginnings,” John said, putting his arm around my waist. I sighed, leaning against this gorgeous man.
 

“Then let’s walk. We’ll be two strangers, having a drink in a bar. And we’ll never see each other again.”

“Exactly,” he said, leading me down the street to the Four Seasons. If I’d paused to think for a moment, I might have realized that this was all a terrible idea.
 

But I had no idea what I was getting myself into. And let’s be honest—neither did he.
 

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