CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Ares likes me? Pfft!
Yet that very thought had my heart skidding in excitement. My boss, the cold, playboy hell bent on making every one’s life miserable, actually liked me. What if it was just the alcohol messing up with his brain? f**k! Ares Cohen was supposed to be straight but then again, some of the hottest gay men I knew had started out as convincingly straight before figuring themselves out.
“And here we are,” I snapped out of the deep web of thoughts I was swimming in at the sound of George’s seemingly excited voice. He seemed pretty laid back for someone of his fame and maybe that was why I found him easier to talk to.
I peered out of the rolled down window into what I could only describe as a majestic mansion sitting on an exclusive piece of b
