Sex, Lies and the CEO

Maybe she should pick up a copy of Bianca’s book before Friday, just so she’d know what she was up against.

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At a corner table in Daelan’s Bar and Grill, Shane could feel the critical glances of the other patrons flick from the television above the bar to him and then back again.

“It’s about what we expected,” said Justin as the news program moved on from Bianca. “And at least we’re still in the running for the Gobrecht Airlines contract.”

“She’s pretty hot,” said Tuck, taking a drink from the mug of lager in his hand.

Shane had a deluxe burger and fries on a plate in front of him. A minute ago, he’d been starving. But now he’d lost his appetite.

“This is going to go on for a while,” he stated to no one in particular.

“She does seem to enjoy the limelight,” said Justin.

“Was she worth it?” asked Tuck.

“Not even close,” said Shane.

Bianca had been bubbly, energetic and fun. Agreeable to anything Shane suggested, he realized now that she’d been humoring him. She probably wasn’t even a Bulls fan.

“There has to be a way to fight back,” he said.

Over the past few days, he’d concluded that Justin was right. It didn’t much matter what she said about their sex life. But her accusations of corporate misconduct stood to hurt Colborn Aerospace.

“Fuel to the fire,” said Justin.

“Libel? Slander?” asked Shane.

“You have to be ready to prove it.”

Tuck stepped in. “I’d be willing to go undercover. Date her. Sleep with her. Write some juicy lies about her.”

“She knows we’re friends,” said Shane. Not that he’d ever agree. He wanted to stop her, not get revenge.

“Worth a try,” said Tuck.

“You can’t sleep with your friend’s ex,” said Justin.

“I shouldn’t sleep with my friend’s ex,” said Tuck. “But once she betrays him, all bets are off. Shane doesn’t care if I sleep with her. Do you, Shane?”

“The woman can sleep with an entire offensive line for all I care.”

“See?” said Tuck.

“You have no morals,” said Justin.

“Bianca has no morals,” said Shane.

Tuck raised his glass. “I think we can all agree on that.”

The men clicked mugs, and each took a swig of beer.

“So, what happened with Darci?” asked Tuck.

“You stay away from Darci,” Shane warned, deciding to eat some of the fries, after all. No point in starving for the sake of his deceitful, immoral ex.

“Who’s Darci?” asked Justin.

“The anti-Bianca,” said Shane.

“She saves orphans and feeds the hungry?”

“It was all I could do to get her to say yes to a date with me.”

“Date?” Justin’s attention immediately perked up. “What date?”

“She could be purposely playing hard to get,” said Tuck.

“Not my take,” Shane said to Tuck, ignoring Justin. “But you know her. What’s she like?”

“Grew up in Chicago,” said Tuck. “She went to Colombia. From what I can tell, she’s a regular gal. Has her own business, designing websites.”

“You need to stay stag for a while,” said Justin.

“Relax. It’s dinner at the mansion. No crowds, no cameras, just the two of us.”

Something warm settled inside Shane when he thought about Friday’s date. Darci seemed so fresh and genuine. That she’d chosen the privacy of his mansion over a play and a trendy restaurant was a good sign. She reminded him that not all women fixated on his wealth and status. Sometimes, they simply wanted to get to know him.

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“You read the book?” Shane asked as he topped up Darci’s wineglass and then refilled his own.

“Of course I read the book,” she answered.

Finally, they’d emptied the bottle of wine that had been open and on the table when they started dinner. Maybe now she had a chance at getting to the wine cellar.