RICH BOY BRIT (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (18 page)

She was still on his mind when he met Amy later that night at the same restaurant for dinner. He had bought her flowers, as he always did on a first date. But he wasn’t interested in wooing her, or for that matter breaking her heart. She was a beautiful woman, but she was too easy.

“You look lovely,” he said to Amy as he kissed her hand.

“Thanks.”

“Here,” he said as he offered her a seat.

After a few minutes of conversation with Amy doing most of the talking, they fell into an awkward silence until Amy spoke.

“How bad is it?” she asked. “Your food. You’re picking at it.”

“Huh? Oh,” he said, glancing down at his food. “It’s alright, I guess.”

“You make it look like prison food,” she laughed.

“How would you know what prison food tastes like?” he asked, smiling. Amy laughed at his joke. “Glad I made you laugh,” he said, laughing along.

“So, what’s with you?” she finally asked him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, sipping some water from his glass after answering.

“This. I mean, it’s like you are here, but really not,” she told him. “Did you really want to go to dinner with me, or was that to get Claire’s attention?”

Chance looked at her with shock. “Why would…”

Amy held up her hand to stop him. “Don’t deny it, Chance. You know, I was wondering why you agreed to have dinner with me when we both know you’re not interested in me. I’ve seen the way you look at her. Be honest with me.”

“That obvious, huh?” he asked and tapped the glass on the table. “I’m sure you can imagine a man like me isn’t accustomed to being rejected.”

Amy smiled and swirled the mixer in her glass. “It’s hard for a woman with a broken heart to notice another man, no matter how handsome he is.”

“An ex?” he asked. “I thought she just hated me.”

“No, it isn’t you,” Amy said. “I shouldn’t be saying anything, but this was supposed to be her honeymoon, not a girls’ trip.”

“Her honey…” Chance fell back against the chair and raked his hand through his golden mane. “Fuck! Now I feel like an idiot.”

“You shouldn’t. The day before her wedding she found the asshole with another woman, so trust me, right now, it doesn’t really matter how hot you are, or how nice, or how rich—Claire won’t notice you in the way you want her to.”

But Chance’s mind was already working. Now that he knew what he was dealing with, he could more easily adapt to the situation. He had been blowing in the wind for days, but Amy had given him something to hold on to.

“So, what do you plan to do?” she asked.

“I’m not sure.” He sipped some more water.

“I would advise you not bother her or try to get her to notice you. She has been through enough and doesn’t need her heart broken again. I see the way women look at you, and I’ve seen the way you look back from time to time. She doesn’t need someone like you in her life.”

“You don’t know me, Amy,” he told her.

“I’ve seen enough,” she replied. “I just don’t want to see her get hurt again.”

“Me neither,” Chance said.

“Why do I get the feeling you are not going to leave her alone?” Amy asked as she folded her arms over her chest.

“It’s like a sickness,” he grinned. “I always get what I want. She’s mine.”

“I think this dinner is over,” she said and got up. “Can’t believe I wanted to have dinner with someone so full of himself.”

Chance rose and watched her as she walked away. He should have felt remorseful about making Amy feel bad, but instead, he felt the weight lift from him as he stood there, and suddenly an idea came to him. Claire wasn’t a woman one could wine and dine for a night and forget about the following morning, so smiling and acting the fool would win him no points. He had to be more creative than that, now that he knew she wasn’t stone-hearted after all. He settled the bill, and with a grin on his face made a beeline for the one place he knew would give him something that might bring a smile to her face.

“Hello,” the attendant said as he entered the gift shop. “How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for something special for someone,” he told her. “Something really nice.”

“I see,” she smiled. “Follow me.”

She showed him an assortment of gifts and treats, but none caught his eye; none seemed perfect enough to express what he wanted to say.

“Well, how big is your budget?” she asked him.

“Pretty big,” he told her and grinned. “For her, it’s unlimited.”

“Alright then,” she said as she took him to a section in the back. “This is where we keep our special merchandise for our special clients.”

It didn’t take Chance long to find exactly what he was looking for. He asked her to box it up and make a delivery to room 127.

“She must be a special girl,” the woman commented.

“Very,” he said as he paid for the gift and tipped her handsomely. “Thank you.”

He returned to his room, anxious for the morning when he would see the reaction on her face.

CHAPTER 9

Claire got out of bed, surprised that someone was knocking. She looked over at the clock and saw that it read five minutes after seven. She got up and hurriedly slipped into a robe. “Just a minute,” she called.

When she opened the door, no one was there. She looked down the hallway, but it was empty. She saw the food cart and wondered if someone had left it there by mistake. But her room number was on the card, and though she was suspicious, she wheeled it inside. Maybe her mother had taken the liberty of ordering her breakfast out of concern that she may not be eating properly.

But when she lifted the cover, she saw a large, black box with a velvet exterior. She stood there looking at it for a while before she picked it up and turned it over in her hands. She took a deep breath and opened it. She immediately dropped the box and staggered backwards. Surely someone must have sent the box to the wrong room. With hands covering her mouth and her eyes wide, she ventured closer to the thing once more. She decided to lift the other cover on the cart, and there she saw a note.

“Emerald is a great compliment for hazel eyes.”

Claire replaced the note and opened the box again to admire the gold necklace boasting an emerald pendant shaped like cayenne pepper. It took her breath away, but it didn’t take long for her to realize who the buyer must be. In that moment of realization, she heard the door knock.

She opened the door, box still in hand. “Chance.”

“Good morning, Claire,” he said.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” she said sarcastically as she held the box against her chest. Chance looked a nervous wreck as he stood there with his anxious eyes. Claire almost took pity on him.

“So?” he asked, and folded his arms as if he expected her to roll over after one gesture.

“So what?” she asked, looking at him blankly.

“You like it?”

Claire felt like smacking him. He still held the pompous air that was doing him no favors, and as beautiful as the jewel was, Claire knew she couldn’t take it. “I do,” she murmured as she pushed it towards him. Unfortunately, he chose to come closer to her at that moment so that she ended up touching his chest. She let go quickly before other thoughts started making their way into her mind. He grabbed it before it fell.

Confused, he looked at her. “So why are you giving it back? I went out of my way to get this for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” she told him, her arms crossed.

“You didn’t need to; I saw it and I thought I’d get it for you.” He walked past her and to the cart in the room where he set the box down again. “It’s still yours whether you want it or not; I have no use for it.”

“Chance, look,” Claire paused as she searched for the right words. “I came here to get away and to be alone. Yes, you are handsome and a charmer, but don’t waste it on me. Amy has been digging you from the first time she saw you. Why don’t you just stick to the ones who are…”

“Available?” he finished her sentence for her.

“Yes. Available,” she answered, lowering her eyes.

“You know, going out with someone else can be a good way to get your mind off of another,” he told her. “I know he hurt you…”

The look Claire gave him stopped him mid-sentence. “You know what? How do you know someone hurt me?”

“I can tell,” he said nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You’re lying,” she replied. “Admit it.”

“Okay, I admit it. Amy told me why you are here,” he said after a pause. “But that has nothing to do with any of this.”

“I don’t believe this! Why would she be…what did she tell you?” Claire was growing angrier by the minute.

“Nothing much,” he defended. “Just that you were to be married and it didn’t work out so you came here.”

“I think that’s enough,” Claire said, placing her hands on her hips and turning away from Chance. She started crying before she could stop herself.

“Claire?” Chance asked from behind her, moving closer.

“Just go,” she said. Her voice cracked as she stood with her back to him.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he whispered, touching her shoulder. “I just thought I’d do something nice for you, to take your mind off him. Any man who does that to you doesn’t deserve your tears.”

“Just go,” she said, but her voice had grown weaker and the sarcasm was gone from her voice. She didn’t want him to go. Not yet.

“You’re too good for him. Don’t you ever forget that,” he said. He released her and left the room.

Claire stood rooted to the spot, crying even after he had gone. Her heart felt heavy and somehow she felt betrayed by Amy. She didn’t need a stranger to know that, let alone a man who was apparently interested in her. She must seem like a fool to him now. And she had no one to blame for that but Amy. She quickly brushed the tears away, dressed in cut-off jeans and a tank, and headed for Amy’s room.

“Amy!” she shouted as she pounded on the door. “Open the door.”

“Claire?” Amy answered from inside her room. “Are you okay?” As soon as Amy opened the door, Claire barged in. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” she fumed. “What did you tell Chance about me and Trent?”

“Oh,” Amy said and covered her face. “I’m so sorry, Claire; it just kinda slipped out.”

“It slipped out? My personal affairs just accidentally slipped out to a perfect stranger? What makes you think I wanted Chance to know anything about me, let alone that I was jilted the day before my wedding?”

“Claire, I was at dinner with him, and remember how I told you he always seemed unavailable to me? Well, that’s because he likes you. A lot! I only told him so he would understand why you aren’t interested in him and why he should leave you alone. I was wrong, and I’m sorry,” she said as she moved closer to Claire and took her hand. “You are my best friend, and I love you, and I wish I could kill Trent for what he did to you. But that doesn’t mean I want to see you sad all the time, or hurt again, either. I thought I was helping.”

“Well, you didn’t help keep him away,” Claire sighed. “As a matter of fact, you only made him try harder.”

“How? What happened? What did he do?” Amy asked.

“I got a delivery this morning,” Claire said and sat down. “He bought an emerald necklace and had it delivered to my room,” she smiled. “And then he showed up in my room this morning.”

“He did what? So? What did you do?” she asked excitedly.

“What do you think I did? I gave it back to him.”

“You did what? Are you crazy?”

“He didn’t take it back. It’s still sitting in my room, and you know I don’t like men buying me things. It makes me feel cheap, and with him, it felt like a down payment for whatever he wants after. And honestly, by the look on his face, he was expecting me to run into his arms out of gratitude.”

“He’s full of himself, isn’t he?” Amy smiled.

“Is he! He irks me,” Claire said and smiled at Amy.

They sat next to each other on the bed, and for a moment, each of them was lost in their own thoughts.

“He does seem to like you a lot. I don’t think he goes around handing necklaces to every girl who throws herself at him.”

“And that’s another thing,” Claire said, as if she didn’t hear a thing Amy said other than ‘girls.’ “There are always a lot of women following him around. He is clearly a ladies’ man, and I don’t want to get caught up in that.”

“But you know you don’t have to be,” Amy said. “Maybe just have a little, no strings attached. Get Trent out of your mind. He’s putting a lot of effort into getting your attention. I think he deserves a date at least. Remember, we leave here in a couple of days. Maybe you should oblige him just once so you don’t spend the rest of your life wondering what might have happened if you’d said yes to dinner.”

Claire nodded. Chance had told her Trent didn’t deserve her tears; she could see that now. Still, she wasn’t so sure about running off with a playboy, either.

“I’m going to see if Mom is awake,” she said abruptly, rising to her feet. “I feel like I haven’t seen her in ages.”