Mr. Right Now: Vol. 1: Party Boys Who Get What They Want Read Online Free

in obvious pain from last night’s escapades. Cole and Kam follow him to the door, shaking Clint’s hand. Chloe stays back on purpose, wanting to avoid the men. When she looks up, Eli is rounding the opposite side of the table and striding straight toward her.
    She takes two steps back until she is stopped by the wall.
    “Chloe.” Eli stretches his hand out for hers. “Thompson.”
    Knees buckled and breathing out of control, Chloe extends her shaking hand. Everything inside her is trembling. Chloe knows when she touches his skin this silly game will be all over. Her eyes remain locked on his, waiting for a hint of recognition to happen. Their palms finally lock. Eli wraps his fingers around her petite hand and squeezes gently. She melts into him and tries to steady her breathing. Strong and confident, he grips Chloe’s hand a moment longer than any professional handshake should last.
    “Eli.” Chloe’s words are breathy. “Sterling.”
    Using his hand, she pulls herself away from the wall and leans in closer to Eli. Instead of her back being supported by the wall, her front is now leaning on Eli. It’s all so familiar and something she never realized she so desperately missed. His strong, musky scent invades her senses, as does the hard feel of his chest. He was always her safe place. The one person to always protect and love her endlessly.
    Chloe watches as he brings their hands up to his lips. He twists their clasped hands and lightly lays his lips on her knuckles.
    “Nice to meet you, Chloe Thompson. See you at dinner tonight.”
    Without warning, Eli drops their hands and walks away. His broad shoulders covered in his designer suit fill Chloe’s vision while his words replay over and over again in her mind. “Nice to meet you.” The son of a bitch didn’t recognize her. She could understand not recognizing her from her looks, but he heard her name and felt her skin and listened to her voice. That dick.

 
     
     
    A cab. She’ll have to call for a fucking cab to make it to dinner tonight. Two empty bottles of wine sit next to her on the couch. And Chloe is still thirsty. Thirsty to drown out the pain and forget Eli. She knows better than to open the third bottle. Hell, when she stopped by the store to pick up these, they were supposed to last her the next two evenings.
    Padding across the living room, she catches her reflection in the large window. Only clothed in her bra and panties, she giggles. Chloe’s hair won’t take long to do since she pulled it back in a messy bun, keeping her curls safe. One more glass, just one more glass before she calls for a cab. She cuts herself while peeling back the metal lining on top of the bottle. The pain is dull and numbed from the alcohol. Chloe sucks on her finger as she pours a glass of wine. She takes a long sip and then tops it back off.
    Chloe stands in front of the full-length mirror in her room, holding her glass of wine. Her eyes admire her full breasts and tanned skin while her brain still mulls over the moments she and Eli shared today. How in the hell did he not recognize me? The question may haunt her forever, but she’s damned if she’ll give in to the prick.
    A little black dress in her closet catches her attention. It’s the most risqué piece of clothing she owns. Her fingers run down the silky material. Chloe finally takes it from the hanger and slides it up her body. The dress is tight fitting, and there’s not much to it. Both of her shoulders are exposed, and the dress dips down and reveals much of her breasts. She turns to peek at the back of it in the mirror. The dress drops down to right above her butt crack, leaving her entire back bare. The scar running along the bottom of her back is visible. Chloe wonders if Eli will recognize it.
    Her fingers undo the elastic holding her hair piled up on her head. Chloe’s curls effortlessly cascade down her back and are still perfect. Her necklace is tucked down into her breasts and she decides