Private Player

by Louise Bay

“You clearly have no idea how to enjoy the best things in life if you think chugging a glass of two-thousand-pound-a-bottle tequila is a good idea. The best things in life should be savored.” His eyes dipped down to my lips for a second and my breath hitched in my ribcage. “Unhurried,” he continued. “Pleasure should be drawn out and made to last.”

“Madison Shore, I made a promise to you never to joke about cutting off your hair. You have to promise me never to joke about me having a small penis.”

Sleeping with her again was probably a bad idea. There was too much to lose. Too much at stake. But I was beginning to think it would be worth it.

“None of this matters, Nathan. It’s all corporate nonsense. Family matters. People matter. Love matters.”

“For the record, what was the personal advice you would have given me?” She headed toward the door. “I’d tell you to resign and go find something to do that you love. It might not be a bed and breakfast, but it’s not this.”