CHAPTER 9: PATRICK
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Patrick slammed the door to Ethan’s office. He was no one to her? No one? God, those words had hurt. It was bad enough he couldn’t get her out of his mind. For the last two days he’d f****d every woman here who’d reminded him in any way of Annie, but every night he dreamt of her.
He poured himself a drink. Yesterday, he’d watched her flirt with one of the sous-chefs and one of the dishwashers. A dishwasher, for s**t’s sake. What kind of life did she expect to have with a guy like that? Oh, that’s right, she didn’t. She was only looking for a good f**k.
He wandered into the back room and sat on the couch, grabbing the remote. He shouldn’t. It wasn’t right, watching her while she worked and flirted, but his finger pressed the button and then tapped until he s
