Get You Good by Rhonda Bowen Read Free Book Online

well, that’s the least of my problems now. I managed to delay the sales talks with Dean until he could find out how much starting up his studio would cost.”
    Lissandra pressed the tips of her fingers together as she sat back. “We can’t let him sell Decadent. Not until we can afford to buy it.”
    â€œUnless you have two hundred and fifty thousand to add to my one hundred, I am not sure how we’re going to do that,” Sydney said.
    â€œHmm. I bet that wife of his had something to do with this. I wouldn’t be surprised if she put that idea to sell in his head.” Lissandra scowled. “Did he mention anything about her?”
    Sydney snorted. “Oh yeah. He went on and on about how great she was. You would think that girl put the stars in the sky the way he talks about her.”
    â€œShe put it on him, that’s for sure.” Lissandra crossed her legs with smirk. “There’s no other reason she could have that much power over him.”
    Lissandra leaned forward. “We should check her out, Syd. Maybe she’s just into Dean for the money.”
    Sydney rolled her eyes and began sorting through the mail that had been sitting on her desk all day. “He said they met for the first time over Christmas. How would she even know if he had anything?”
    â€œI don’t know. But I don’t trust her.”
    â€œYou haven’t even met her.”
    â€œSometimes you have to go with your gut.”
    Sydney was about to respond when two blue slips of paper fell from a blue envelope she had just opened. When she took them up and saw what they were, her mouth fell open.
    â€œWhat is it, Syd?”
    â€œRaptors basketball tickets,” Sydney said, still gaping.
    â€œLies.” Lissandra reached across the pile of papers between them to snatch the tickets from Sydney’s fingers.
    â€œSee for yourself,” Sydney said, even as she pulled the included card out of the envelope and leaned back in her chair.
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    I told you I would see you soon.
    â€“Dub
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    Sydney couldn’t stop the smile that spread her lips.
    â€œSydney, have you seen these tickets! These are right behind the players’ bench. We’re so close that when Ben Wallace wipes his sweat it might hit us. Syd . . . Syd, are you even hearing me?”
    â€œHuh? Oh yeah.” Sydney pulled her eyes from the window and immediately dropped the finger she had pressed to her lips thoughtfully.
    Lissandra smirked. “Mr. Windsor sure didn’t waste any time.”
    â€œI know, right?” Sydney stretched her arms out on the desk restlessly. “How did he even manage to get tickets like this?”
    â€œHe’s in the NBA boys’ club.” Lissandra pulled her chair around to Sydney’s side of the desk. “I’m sure there’s some sort of lifetime membership. Or at least residual benefits for banged-up ex-players.”
    â€œHey! What are you doing?” Sydney asked as Lissandra hijacked her computer keyboard.
    â€œWhat do you think? I’m googling him.” Lissandra nudged Sydney’s chair and sent it rolling out of her way. “Let’s see what homeboy is really working with.”
    Sydney rolled her eyes as she gave her sister space. “This is so juvenile. . . .”
    â€œThere he is!” Lissandra exclaimed.
    Sydney moved the screen slightly so she could see it. She whistled when the handsome picture of a grinning Hayden came on screen.
    â€œYup, that’s him all right.” She bit her bottom lip. “Looks like he’s working for the Toronto Raptors now.”
    Lissandra slapped her palm on the desk and sat back with a grin. “I told you he was still in the NBA.”
    â€œYeah, but he’s only a trainer. . . .”
    â€œâ€˜Only a trainer’?” Lissandra twisted around to meet Sydney’s eyes. “Girl, for his ‘only a trainer’ position he’s probably