Fired by Her Fling. Christy McKellen

latching onto him and seducing him, perhaps hoping he’d think twice before firing her from her job.

      He’d been played for a fool. Again.

      Flinging the card across the room, he flopped down onto the bed, furious with himself for being stupid enough to think this had been one of those genuinely serendipitous events.

      Hot humiliation washed through him, followed by icy anger. It felt just as bad as when he’d found out Marcy had been cheating on him.

      No. Worse.

      This had been a deliberate plan to manipulate him.

      That was why she’d choked when they’d first met; she must have seen a picture of him somewhere. His father had been known to include photos of his family members in his press releases if he thought it would benefit his businesses—to promote himself as a trustworthy employer with family values. What a joke that was.

      And he’d told her his name. He had a sudden memory flash of what he’d thought was her deciding whether to talk to him or not. She must have been deciding how best to get one over on him.

      Damn it. How had he allowed himself to be taken for such a fool?

      Pulling the sheet over him in frustration, he attempted to settle his still frustratingly aroused body into a comfortable sleeping position.

      One thing was for sure, it was going to be a very interesting meeting tomorrow.