Playing With Fire. Kayla Perrin

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СКАЧАТЬ when it came to how he did business, and in the five months she had been dating him, he had deemed her his food tester. And he wanted only one person to give him an unbiased opinion on his creations before presenting them to the public.

      “Plus,” Zienna went on, “I kind of get the sense...” Her voice trailed off. The thought that had occurred to her suddenly seemed foolish.

      “Sense that what?” Alexis prompted.

      “I don’t know. Kind of the way he was stressing that I had to meet him tonight, that tomorrow wouldn’t do... He mentioned a few days ago that a best friend of his was coming back to town. I’m not sure why, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he wants me to meet him tonight.”

      “Wow, so this is really getting serious,” Alexis all but sang.

      “I don’t know.” Zienna’s stomach tickled at the thought. “Maybe. But if his friend does drop by, it’s not like he’s introducing me to his parents or anything.”

      “But a best friend—that’s just as critical. He obviously likes you.”

      Zienna’s heart swelled. “I know. And I like him, too.”

      “I did good, didn’t I?” Alexis asked, and Zienna could picture the huge smile on her face.

      “Yes, you did good.” It was Alexis who’d met Nicholas at his restaurant, and struck up a conversation with him with the sole purpose of introducing him to Zienna. “Things are going better than I ever expected.”

      “Go have fun with your man. I won’t hold it against you that you’re blowing me off. Don’t worry about me, wasting away on my sofa....”

      “Look at the bright side. You can finally catch up on the latest season of Criminal Minds that you’ve got stored on your PVR.”

      “Ouch. No sympathy at all.”

      “There are worse ways to spend an evening than watching Shemar Moore.”

      “This is true. Now if only I could get him to come to Chicago, help me nurse my broken heart.”

      Zienna didn’t bother to comment as she maneuvered her car into the parking lot of Reflections on the Bay, the restaurant her boyfriend was about to launch. Alexis’s own relationship of two years had recently ended, but she was the one who’d crushed Elliott’s heart by calling off their short engagement. According to Alexis, Elliott was a great guy, but something vital was missing from their relationship. Getting engaged had made her realize that she couldn’t settle for a guy who was only good enough.

      “Look, Alex, I just got to the restaurant. So I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

      “Sure,” Alexis replied. Then, hurriedly, “Hey, if Nicholas’s friend does show up and he’s sexy, give him my number.”

      “Whatever.” Zienna laughed. “You’re supposed to be wasting away on the sofa, remember?”

      “Actually, you’re supposed to be encouraging me to jump into bed with a random stranger so that I get over Elliott.”

      “Talk to you, Alex,” Zienna said.

      “Fill me in later!”

      Zienna ended the call and shook her head. Alexis had always been talking about finding someone new—even before she’d finally dumped Elliott. Someone who didn’t know her might wonder what more she could want in a guy. She’d been in a serious relationship for two years, and unlike a lot of other women involved with men that long, she had secured an engagement ring. But once she’d gotten engaged, she had done a one-eighty with her emotions, saying that Elliott was too safe, too predictable...and for that reason, ultimately boring. And the last thing Alexis wanted was to marry a guy who didn’t excite her.

      While Zienna didn’t necessarily agree that her friend should have dumped Elliott, she understood only too well her sentiments. Zienna had once been crazy about a guy who was sexy as hell, with an edge that never failed to electrify her. But Wendell didn’t want to get married—ever—and had moved away four years ago. Since then, Zienna had come to realize that part of the thrill with him had been the chase. The way he’d kept her on her toes by never completely giving her his heart.

      She had had to work for his time and affection, which had been exhilarating and fun. And the prize—superhot sex—had always been worth her efforts. The men she’d dated after Wendell had been dull and hadn’t challenged her. Not to mention that they couldn’t compare in the bedroom.

      But finally, Zienna had met Nicholas, and he was different than the duds she’d dated in the past. Though he’d made his attraction to her completely clear, so she wasn’t challenged in that regard, Zienna didn’t find herself getting bored with him. Maybe it was because she’d grown up and could appreciate a man who was willing to hand her his heart on a platter, instead of play games.

      Games only led to pain.

      Zienna had been crazy about Wendell, but ultimately devastated by him. Yet foolishly, even as the years passed, she had often hoped he would return. Tell her he’d made a mistake by leaving her. How insane was that?

      Thankfully, she was older and wiser now. In her mid-thirties and definitely more mature, she had come to realize that she’d never really had a relationship with Wendell at all. Oh, he had given her great loving, which had left her craving more of him. But he had never promised her tomorrow, not with words, anyway. Zienna had been dumb enough to believe their incredible sexual connection meant he must have loved her.

      People said that time healed all wounds, and it was in the last year that she had finally started to let go of the residual feelings she’d had for Wendell. Which, she knew, was the main reason she hadn’t been interested in the other guys she’d dated—she’d still carried a torch for a man who hadn’t returned her feelings. But once she’d been able to put Wendell in her rearview mirror, she had been willing to open up her heart to someone new.

      That person was Nicholas. They’d been dating for only five months, but Zienna was really into him.

      And it felt good.

      She lowered the car’s visor and checked the mirror to make sure she still looked as presentable as she had before she’d gotten behind the wheel of her Hyundai Sonata. Located north of Chicago’s downtown core near the Belmont Yacht Club, Reflections on the Bay was the sister property to Reflections, a restaurant Nicholas had been running for eight years. He had wanted a location that overlooked Lake Michigan, so was elated when he’d been able to get this property. The fact that it had a parking lot for guests, unlike the location in the theater district by the Loop, was another bonus.

      Satisfied that she looked good, Zienna exited her car. Turning, she faced the lake, which was a spectacular sight at night, with the moon’s rays dancing on the ripples. The tables for the patio had already arrived, and she had no doubt that the outdoor seating area would be a preferred spot for many customers in summer.

      She grinned. The place was coming along nicely. The sign bearing the establishment’s name was now illuminated, glowing orangey-red just like its sister location. The doors were set to open in a couple weeks, on May 4. Zienna couldn’t help feeling a sense of pride for Nicholas.

      His car was the only other vehicle in the parking lot. That meant she’d been wrong about her suspicion that he wanted to introduce СКАЧАТЬ