Finn pushed back from his desk as he finished reading through the next post for his blog. Reliving the date with Peyton for his blog was both amazing and frustrating. He really did have a good time with her and she seemed to enjoy it just as much. He had seen her in several different moods now and last night was probably his favourite so far. For the first time since he had met her, she seemed less stressed and more what he imagined was her true self. And he liked her. He huffed out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair. That was a problem. He wasn’t supposed to like her. He was supposed to stay unattached and unemotional. She was a story, a means to an end. Already his readership had swelled. It wasn’t back to the safe zone yet, but it was getting there. He was getting new subscribers daily as the news spread about his experiment. And that made the way he was beginning to feel about Peyton all the more dangerous. He couldn’t let himself fall for her. That would be a disaste
Frankie was an architect and he worked from home. He was successful enough not to have to go into the office every day. He now had a stable of architects who looked after the day-to-day business and he just worked with the clients he wanted to. Frankie had been the one to design their warehouse conversion. He was a talented bastard. “What are you doing here? You’re not due for a check-up visit for at least another week.” Finn smiled as he sat on the leather Chesterfield. He loved this room. It was all dark, heavy furniture and smelled like leather and whiskey. “Can’t I just drop in to say hello to my favorite uncle?” “Girl trouble?” Frankie said as he took his own seat. Finn dropped his head back against the couch, closed his eyes, and sighed. “Yeah.” “Is it the girl that you’re writing about?” Finn’s eyes popped open and he looked at his uncle. “What?” his uncle said with a shrug. “You think I don’t read your blog?” The side of Finn’s mouth tipped up in a crooked sm
Finn had thought that coming to talk to his uncle would give him the perspective he needed to continue with his story. Instead, he found himself looking at his uncle in a new light. The man was getting old. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? It wouldn’t be too long before the women would stop chasing Frankie and he would end up alone. Was that what he wanted? He had modeled his adult life on his uncle’s. It had seemed like Frankie had the best life, but now Finn wasn’t so sure. “Thanks,” he said, standing to his feet and putting his untouched drink on the coffee table. “I knew you’d help me see the light.” Frankie grinned as he followed Finn out of the den and to the front door. “Any time, son,” Frankie said, slapping Finn on the back. “Any time.”Peyton stepped out of Bailey’s office building and blinked in the sunlight. Thankfully the rain had passed and the sky was blue. The heat was intense, but she breathed it in with relish. Today felt like a new beginning. The whole mess
Peyton rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I did. I met him at the cafe where he spilled his coffee on me. I just ran into him again downtown and he asked if I wanted to go for drinks. Finn and I aren’t exclusive. We’ve only been on two dates and besides, I’m done with the whole long-term relationship thing, remember? This is the new Peyton. Playing the field and having fun while she’s still young.” “O-kay,” Mia said. “Come on Mia,” Peyton whined. “I need this. I need to forget about that whole mess with Dale and what better way to move on than dating two me? Besides, Daniel’s kind of cute in an adorable puppy sort of way and he might have some equally good-looking friends.” She dangled the bait and hoped Mia would be distracted enough to go for it. “Good-looking friends, huh?” Mia said her voice musing. “A-huh,” Peyton said. “And not deadbeats either,” she added. “Businessmen. In suits.” Mia sighed. Peyton knew that would get her across the line. Mia had a little crush o
Carter pulled out his chair, unbuttoned his suit coat, and sat down. He smoothed his hand down his tie and avoided looking at Finn. “You are such a fucking bastard,” Finn spat at his friend. “Why the hell would you do something like that?” “Cross-promotion,” he said, looking up at Finn. “What the hell, Carter?” Jack asked. “Since when have you been so focused on revenue?” Parker asked. “What’s going on?” “Nothing is going on,” Carter said with a sigh. “Look. I contacted the program before I knew how much of a success Finn’s blog was going to be. I thought that if the subscriptions were still flagging then I could give them a boost.” “But that didn’t happen,” Finn said. “The blog has been successful and the subscriptions are climbing again.” “Right,” Carter said. “But…” Parker waited for Carter to continue. Carter sighed. “But now I am locked in with them and can’t get out of the agreement I made.” Finn jumped to his feet. “Oh for
“Hey,” Daniel said quietly to her, nudging her shoulder. “Do you want to dance?” Peyton looked up and around at the bar. She hadn’t even realized there was a dance floor. “Sure, okay,” she said. Daniel slid out of the booth and then offered her his hand. She took it with a smile and let him lead her out onto the dance floor. There weren’t many other couples dancing, so she felt a little awkward. Daniel tugged her into his arms and began swaying to the music with her. It wasn’t like the music at a club, this was more ‘couples dancing’ type music. She tried to relax and just go with it, but she couldn’t help worrying that she was going to flash everybody with her sheer underwear if she moved too fast. “Are you okay?” Daniel asked, looking down at her with concern. She smiled up at him. “Fine,” she said. “Uh oh,” Daniel said, “That’s not good.” “What do you mean?’ she asked with a puzzled frown. “A woman is never ‘fine.’ There is always something e
Finn couldn’t help the evil grin that split his lips. If he was going to have to suffer in a world of hurt then why shouldn’t Liam? “She’s sitting over there with that table of guys,” Finn pointed out helpfully. Liam lifted his glass to his mouth with a nonchalance that didn’t reconcile with the look in his eyes. Finn filed that little bit of information away for later analysis. Did Liam have feelings for Mia? “They look good together,” Liam said with a nod to where Peyton was still dancing with the douchebag. “Shut up arsehole,” Finn said, finishing off his drink. “Jealous? Worried that someone might be using your own column against you?” Finn straightened in his seat and took a look over his shoulder to where Peyton was. Is that what that guy was doing? He heard Peyton laugh and watched as the guy led her off the dance floor and back over to where Mia was sitting. The guy had brought her out on a group date. Son of a bitch. Liam chuckled. “Now
The door opened and a group of three girls stumbled into the bathroom, giggling. “Oh my god,” one of them said, “he was so cute.” “I know, right? Didn’t I tell you?” “Jonathon Ashby,” the third one sighed dreamily. “I can’t believe we actually met him.” “Jonathon Ashby’s here?” Mia asked. “Uh-huh,” one of the girls said, holding up a little bag of chocolates that Peyton recognized immediately. “He was just at the bar handing these out.” Mia grabbed Peyton’s arm. “Come on,” she said, “this is my chance to finally meet him.” Peyton rolled her eyes but let herself be dragged from the bathroom. She felt a little sorry for Jonathon. He’d been getting an awful lot of press lately and from what she knew of him, he hated it. Mia pushed through the crowd, heading for the bar with single-minded determination. Peyton was a little worried about just how obsessed Mia was becoming with Jonathon. It was one of the reasons she had never introduced them. Pl