“Love them,” I say. I was actually banking on taking those chips home last night and eating them alone in my room while staring out at my pool, contemplating life. But Lottie snagged them as a parting gift before I could stop her. I should’ve been annoyed, but it actually amused me. Can’t say a woman has done that sort of chip dash to me before.
“Great, I’ll be sure to have a bunch, then. Ellie is craving salt right now, so I know those will be right up her alley. And are you sure you’re okay with this dinner? Ellie will probably be horrified that we’re ordering fast food to serve to our guests, but I also know how pregnant women are.”
“Trust me, Lottie will be thrilled.”
“Lottie, I like that name,” Dave says. “That’s the first time you’ve said it. Is it short for Charlotte?”
“Leiselotte, actually.” I can feel JP’s burning gaze on me, his brain filling up with a million questions.
“Beautiful,” Dave says. “I can’t wait to meet her. Does six on Saturday work?”
No.
It doesn’t work at all. It actually would be helpful if I had time to find someone slightly more stable than the girl I’m trying to chase after right now, but I can’t afford that kind of time. I need to make an impression sooner rather than later so I can score that godforsaken deal.
“That works great. We’ll see you then.”
“Perfect.”
I spin around in my chair and casually hang up my phone, ignoring JP altogether. I move my mouse on my desk, wake up my computer, and go straight to my inbox, where I feel the most comfortable.
JP doesn’t say anything. He just stares at me. A few minutes pass, and my nerves creep and crawl higher and higher until I break. “What?” I ask him.
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
I turn toward his annoyingly large grin. “You didn’t have to say anything. It’s all in your eyes, in your stare.”
“Just fascinated, is all. Because not only have you lied about this whole pregnant fiancée thing, but now you’ve dug yourself an even bigger hole by handing Dave a name, but not just a name, her whole name. And you offered him a Chipotle order. Ballsy man, really fucking ballsy, especially since the girl didn’t say yes.”
“She will,” I say.
“Yeah, you sure about that?”
“Positive. I know her weakness, and if I have to use it, I will.”
“Perfect way to get someone to do something for you. Threats.” JP claps. “You really are something else, Hux.” He stands from his chair. “I think the smart thing would’ve been to tell him you lied.” He buttons his suit jacket. “I just pray you don’t fuck this entire thing up. We worked damn hard putting this enterprise together.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I ask. “It’s why I’m going to do everything it takes to save our asses, to make this right.”
“You better,” JP says. “And Lottie, she better be at that dinner with you because I doubt pretending she was sick will be accepted. You’re just going to have to do the night all over again.”
He’s right, that was an option, but I know Dave enough to understand his need to make an impression. He wants to meet my fiancée, and he’s going to keep asking until he does.
“Good luck, bro, you’re going to need it.” JP walks out of my office, and I lean back in my chair, letting out some pent-up frustration.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I stare down at my desk and contemplate my next move. Clearly the flowers didn’t work, which only means I’m going to have to play dirty.
She’ll hate me, but that’s fine. As long as I can get her to come to dinner and not make a fool out of me, that’s all I care about.
This is really fucking dumb, and any person watching me do what I’m about to do would agree. But desperation is at my door and I’m fucking answering.
Chocolates in hand—because honestly, I don’t know what women like and I’ve never done this before—I walk up the small path that leads to Lottie’s front door. She lives in a small bungalow with an impeccable yard, right around the corner from The Flats. The house must be worth a fortune now, especially on such a nice parcel, right next to a wealthy neighborhood.
I knock on the door and hold my breath.
“I got it, Mom,” I hear Lottie call out right before she opens the door.
She’s wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a Rolling Stones T-shirt. Her hair is up, pulled away from her face, and her eyes are wide with surprise.
“Hey, babe,” I say with a devilish smile. “I’ve missed you.”
Through clenched teeth, she asks, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Don’t you want to invite me in?”
“No . . . I don’t,” she says in a snippy tone. Looks as if I have my work cut out for me.
“Lottie, who is it?” a female voice asks from inside the house.
“No one,” Lottie calls out. I can sense she’s about to slam the door in my face, so I take a step forward and stand in the doorway, cutting her off from an abrupt departure on my end.
“No one? Is that how you treat your fiancé?” I ask. “I thought I meant more to you than that?”
“You’re insane,” she whispers. “How do you even know where I live? Did you stalk me? Do you have someone following me around, watching my every move? Rich people can do things like that. I know the kind of power you have.”
Trying to hold back my smile, I say, “You typed your address into my Google Maps. It was in the previous addresses section.”
“Oh.” She slowly nods. “Yeah, that checks out.”
Jesus.
“Lottie, dessert is . . . ready. Well, hello.” From the vast resemblance between Lottie and the woman next to her, I’m going to assume this is Lottie’s mom. “And who might this be?”
Before Lottie can say anything, I hold out my hand and say, “Huxley, ma’am. Lottie’s boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” her mom shouts in surprise and turns to her daughter. “Since when have you had a boyfriend?”
“Three months,” I answer once again. “We’ve kept it really quiet. We wanted to get to know each other before we announced anything publicly. Especially since my job is high profile.”
“Wow, I’m shocked. I didn’t even know Lottie was dating anyone, but what wonderful news.” She holds out her hand and says, “I’m Maura.”
I take her hand and give it a soft shake. “Huxley. It’s very nice to meet you.”
“Huxley, oh, what a wonderful name. Please come in. Dessert is ready, and I’d love for you to join us.”
I hand her the chocolates. “Maybe I can add to the dessert table with these,” I say, but before Maura can take them, Lottie snags them from my hand.
With a ravenous look in her eyes, she says, “These are mine.”
Her mom chuckles. “Don’t get between Lottie and her sweets. I’ll grab another plate for our guest. Come in, come in, Huxley.”
I do just that. I step into their quaint but homey bungalow and remove my black Tom Ford shoes and then my black suit jacket as well. I undo the buttons on the cuff of my long-sleeved button-up and roll the sleeves up to my elbows while staring down at Lottie, who’s staring up at me, hatred beaming from her pupils.
“Hey, babe,” I say again, this time with a smile.
“You’ve completely lost your mind,” she says quietly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Playing dirty. I tried to play nice, but you didn’t want to, so here I am now. Playing dirty.”
“What makes you think I’m going to play along?” She lifts her chin.
“Because I know you don’t have a job . . . and you don’t want your mom to know.”
Her face goes white, and in this moment, I do feel slightly bad. It’s obvious Lottie is going through a hard time, and I watched her struggle with her conscience in Chipotle as she tried to figure out what to do. Respected that. But I don’t have time for her to figure it out, and honestly, I don’t feel bad enough to end the farce. Especially since I’m in deeper shit than she is.
“You’re going to blackmail me?”
“No, just using tools to help me get what I want, and don’t act as if you don’t need me too.”
“I don’t. It’s why I haven’t called, you psycho,” she snaps.
Laughing, I say a little louder, “Missed you too, babe.”
“Why don’t you two come in here?” Maura calls from the kitchen.