Bruce King said to the ladies at the front desk. “I swear I am wearing jeans tomorrow.” The blonde with a shirt that revealed practically everything from this angle said as she picked up the phone and called Dagney’s office. She was cute, but desperate, and that rack was likely as fake as some of her hair. He could see that from this angle too. He turned around in time to see the cause of his aggravation. Foster Scott, the man who was intending to take her away from him. “Hey. I need to talk to you.” Bruce watched the guy frown as he tried to pinpoint how he recognized him. “Who are you, mate?” “Dagney didn’t tell you?” Bruce had no patience for him or his accent. If he thought she was leaving this country for good, he had better think again. He didn’t care who he was. “My Dagney?”
What do You think about Action (Hollywood Nights (Book 7))?
