Oh, poor naïve Lisa.
“I take it that you don’t know her name?” I cross my arms over my chest. The motion stretches the material of my black dress taut across my breasts.
His eyes drop to my arms. “That’s correct.”
“I’m afraid we can’t help you.” I slide the panties back across the counter with a push of the pen. “I’d suggest that you return to wherever it was that you met her. With any luck, you’ll cross paths with her again.”
“That’s your advice?” He points at the windows that overlook Fifth Avenue. “Millions of women live in this city. How am I going to find her?”
I narrow my blue eyes and study him. “I don’t have a clue.”
“You need to do better than that.” His expression turns smug, which only makes him that much sexier. “You need to get on that computer and find out who she is.”
“It’s not my job to track down your one-night stand, sir.”
He rests both of his palms on the counter and leans closer to me. “I’m going to take this above your head.”
“You’re more than welcome to do that.” I smile sweetly. “I should warn you that our entire management team is committed to our customers and the security of their personal information.”
“Your customer stole a signed Trey Hale jersey from me last night.” He scoops the panties back into his hand and shoves them into the front pocket of his pants. “In case you don’t know who that is, Trey Hale is a professional baseball player. He’s the best pitcher in the league. He won the World Series last year.”
I know exactly who Trey Hale is, but I don’t tell this arrogant jerk that.
“Your superiors will be hearing about this, Ms. Hull,” he calls over his shoulder as he starts toward the exit. “That jersey was meant to be a gift for my nephew’s tenth birthday and your refusal to cooperate with me is the reason he’ll be disappointed.”
I sigh. Why the hell did the beautiful bastard have to tell me that?
“How is it our fault that his random one-night stand lifted that jersey?” Lisa asks as she sprays disinfectant on the top of the counter. “He shouldn’t take strangers home with him.”
She might be right, but I’ve been guilty of doing the same thing.
“Did he mention his name to you at all?” I question her as I watch her swirl the disinfectant in a circle with a paper towel, her red hair bouncing around her shoulders. “Did he tell it to you before I came over?”
She looks at me. “Nope. I would have remembered if he did.”
I could forget he ever walked in here, and I would if weren’t for the mention of his nephew. I can replace that jersey within the hour. All I need to do is give my cousin, Trey, a call and I’d have a signed jersey, baseball and two tickets to a game in my hand in the time it would take me to get to his apartment.
“I should have asked for his name,” I say, picking up a stack of gift cards to place on a display near the entrance.
“That slice of heaven was Alexander Donato.” A woman approaches the checkout counter with several pieces of lingerie in her hands. “I know exactly where you can find him, or at least a picture of him. His handsome face is on a billboard in the middle of Times Square.”
Coming Soon
Preview of THIRST
A Standalone Novel
Do you see what I see? I see my half-naked neighbor staring at me whenever he gets a chance.
When I moved into this rundown apartment, I knew I'd get used to the six flights of stairs, the broken radiator, and the squeaky floors. I didn't know I'd grow accustomed to the lustful stares of the gorgeous man who lives in the building next to mine.
He watches me when dusk falls with an intense hunger in his eyes I've never seen before.
I sense his gaze trailing over every inch of my skin as I strip slowly, just for him.
It’s innocent until I finally get the chance to pitch my business idea to a trio of private investors. That’s when I realize that the man who stands at his window every night with his gaze cast on me is one of the three people who hold the future of my start-up in their hands.
Rocco Jones has seen my body, and now he wants to touch it. I want my business to succeed, and I want him, but is it possible for me to have both?