Razor's Edge: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boys of Football Book 2) by Clementine Roux, Penelope Silva Read Free Book Online

enlighten me, oh great one. Who is this tramp with a brain? I’m sure every stripper is an aspiring doctor, so which one is it? Bambi? Mandi with an I or Cookie?” Kelly was trying to be funny, but I refused to laugh.
     
    “I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t hang out with strippers anymore. I learned my lesson after Stephanie. Trust me,” I said.
     
    I thought about it for a moment. This meeting with the attorneys might actually be a good idea. “Hey, about the emergency sit down with the leeches, don’t cancel it. I’m going to go,” I said.
     
    The noise on Kelly’s end stopped.
     
    “Did you hear me?” I asked, wondering if she hung up on me. It wouldn’t have been the first time she had.
     
    Her voice low, she asked, “What are you doing? Please don’t do anything stupid.”
     
    I laughed it off. “I’m not. I have a plan. You’re going to be so impressed. I have to make a call. I’ll see you later. Wear something pretty.”
     
    “No, don’t you hang up this pho--” Kelly started, but I didn’t have time to hear her out.
     
    It was too late. I was on a mission. I’d invited Hillary out to dinner and made sure the story was leaked to the media, so now I had to tweak those plans and make sure everyone else was on board.
     
    Thankfully, Hillary answered on the first ring. “Hello? I didn’t expect you to call back so soon. Do you need to cancel our dinner plans?” Hillary asked.
     
    “No. Never. I can’t wait to see you. I don’t mean to sound so desperate, but I was wondering if I could possibly take you out a little earlier?” I asked, hoping she’d take the bait. “There’s someplace I’d like to take you.” I was good at this. It’s like I worked my whole life for moments like this.
     
    “You do? Where?” Hillary asked, sounding confused.
     
    Now I had to lay it on thick. “The truth is, I really enjoyed spending time with you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” There, that should do the trick.
     
    As I’d hoped, she giggled. “Really? Wow, I don’t know what to say. When did you want to go to dinner then? What time are you talking about?”
     
    After some rather smooth talking, the plan was in motion and I was practically dancing like a loon all over my house. Even Edge was getting in on the festivities. The poor kid had no idea he was celebrating yet another time when his dad was fooling a woman, but at least this time, I was doing it for him. This was important. I was justified in my actions. At least, that’s what I’d tell myself when all was said and done.
     
    “Daddy, are you going out tonight?” Edge asked me, looking at me with his big, blue, puppy dog eyes.
     
    “I am, but only for a little while. I’ll be back by the time you go to bed or maybe a little bit after,” I promised him. For him, I always kept my promises. That was a big deal. Something I swore I’d never allow myself to break.
     
    “Are you going out with the silly girl again?” Edge had a label for every woman I dated.
     
    I shook my head, wracking my brain to remember that particular woman’s name. Unable to recall, I answered, “No, I’m going out with a very smart woman tonight. She’s pretty, kind, intelligent and--”
     
    Edge had heard it all before. He finished my sentence for me. “And she won’t leave you alone until you take her on a date somewhere nice.”
     
    He was right, most of the time, but not this time. “Something like that, but not quite. Anyway, I’m going to be back soon.”
     
    Edge was already bored with this conversation. My manager escorted him to the playroom while I jumped in the shower to prepare for my big night. I’d been offered a lot of small acting parts over the years, but I’d never accepted any of them, thinking I didn’t have the chops for it, but if I could pull this off, I may have to rethink my position on that front.
     
    “I’ll drive myself,” I said to my security team.
     
    My head