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tone. "I think before you make a final decision you should know exactly what I'm offering."
    There's no mistaking he's arrogant. It's not surprising to me. Manhattan is bursting at the seams with men who believe that they can offer women like me a ticket to something grand and life changing. I'm guessing in this case it's a thick, wide cock and some expensive dinners, likely in that order.
    "No," I counter. "I'm not interested."
    His lips purse as he takes in my answer. "Why not?"
    I have to close my eyes to steel off the grin I feel coursing through me. It's obvious Alec Hughes isn't accustomed to being turned down. "You're not my type."
    Libby, you are a liar.
    "I'm not your type?" The surprise in his voice mirrors the expression on his face. "What's your type?"
    I tap my index finger on my chin. "My type lives in the same building as me." It's not a complete lie. I've been flirting with Brandon, the man who lives down the hall from me, for weeks now. If I'm going to jump into bed with anyone in the near future, Brandon would be my first choice.
    "You have a boyfriend?"
    I smile at the inference. "He's not my boyfriend." He's not my anything actually. I don't even know his last name. All I do know is that he's likely never cornered a complete stranger to proposition her for sex in exchange for whatever Alec Hughes gives the women he sleeps with.
    "I'm not following." His brow furrows. "If you don't have a boyfriend, why don't you take me up on my offer?"
    "Mr. Hughes," I begin. I'm not typically someone who is stuck on formalities but I don't want there to be even an ounce of doubt about the nature of our relationship. I'm an employee of his. I don't want to become anything more than that.
    "Alec," he corrects me. "Libby, call me Alec."
    I nod. "Alec," I hesitate searching for the right words. Offending him isn't going to help my career in any positive way. He has way too much influence in this city for me to tell him to flippantly fuck the hell off. "I'm very flattered by your interest but I came to Manhattan with one goal in mind and I can't lose focus."
    He adjusts his dark grey suit jacket, smoothing it against him. "I appreciate your dedication to your craft, Libby."
    "Thank you," I interject. I know that he was going to add more. I know that he was going to say something alluring about the prospect of me being beneath his rock hard, gorgeous tall body. Maybe it's just my wishful thinking telling me that.
    "Libby," he growls my name into the space between us as he steps forward. "I'd like to discuss this more but I have a meeting."
    I open my mouth to tell him that the discussion is over but he's already stepping towards the elevator.
    "I'll send a car for you after rehearsal." He juts into the open door of the lift and pulls his smart phone to his ear before I have a chance to say even one single word.
     

Chapter 4
     
    Alec
     
    Goddamn it. She knows about me. Someone clued her in to the fact that I fuck a woman from every show I invest in. I was able to grab hold of the last two before they heard a thing about me. They saw me as the older, wiser, experienced guy who wanted to give them the time of their lives.
    Libby is different. I could see the skepticism in her eyes. She's going to be a challenge.
    "Lance, it's Alec," I bark into my smartphone as I walk through the doors of the building and into the pedestrian traffic on Eighth Avenue. "Get me everything you can find about Libby Duncan. She's on the payroll for Selfish Fate. "
    I roll my finger across the screen ending the call.
    "Mr. Hughes." I hear the familiar voice of my driver, Gabriel, pulling at me from the right. He's practically shouting above all of the traffic noise. "Over here."
    I take a few large steps towards him as my phone chimes another call. "Hughes," I say into it, hoping that whoever is on the other end isn't going to ruin my mood.
    "Alec." The smooth and sexy voice of a woman purrs over the line. "Where are you?"
    "Britt?"
    "It's me," she