Parker (Rich & Single #2)

Parker (Rich & Single #2) by Lexy Timms

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under Tara, careful not to jostle her awake, and set his feet on the floor. She stirred, mumbling something sleepy, but didn’t wake. He stepped into the closet to dress.
    When he emerged, he pulled a notepad from the nightstand drawer and jotted down a quick message.
    Tara,
    Out for a run. Feel free to grab something from the fridge if you’re hungry. I’ll be back about 10am, if you need to leave before then you can use the phone to call a cab.
    Parker
    He left it sitting on his pillow, and headed out into the main room to lace up his shoes, then down to the street level.
    Running had always cleared his head and as he jogged down the street, Parker turned his thoughts to Jennifer and the challenge. He'd thought about her the night before. It didn't hit him until that moment. In bed with Tara, he'd thought about Jennifer.
    It wasn't too far out of left field. She had been in his favorite diner, deliberately teasing him, and it wasn't like she wasn't hot. But thinking about her wasn't what he wanted to be spending his time doing when he had another hot girl laid out underneath him. She was a bit of a bitch, and thinking about her would only make him want what he couldn't have.
    Honestly, he didn't understand what her issue was. She could have made it a friendly challenge. They were competitors, but that didn't mean anyone had to be a dick about it. Parker shook his head, and ran a little faster.
    Maybe it was all just for show. But she'd said that it wasn't, hadn't she?
    The bottom line was that he was going to have to deal with her for as long as the challenge took. He could do that, Parker told himself, feet pounding against the concrete of the sidewalk. Whatever she threw at him, he could take it. And he wasn't going to fall for her little tricks anymore. The seductions and teasing. She could flirt with him as much as she wanted to. He had other options, plenty of women just as hot as she was who were more than happy to fall into bed with him. If Jennifer Leandra wanted to play hardball, he could play just as hard.
    He turned a corner and started down a long stretch of straight street. Maybe he'd go run the Brooklyn Bridge next weekend. It had been a while since he'd done that, and he always enjoyed it. It would be a nice break from the usual routine. Take a run along the Hudson and out to Brooklyn and back.
    Another mile, and the worries about the contest and Jennifer faded, replaced with the simple euphoria of exercise. This was what he did it for, this sensation of flying, racking up the steps that fell away under his feet. Parker smiled, and pushed himself a little faster.
    By the time he turned back into his apartment complex, he was sweating, but there was a grin on his face that didn't fade as he stepped into the elevator that would take him up to his apartment. He leaned back against the wall, his breathing slowing back to normal.
    Whatever happened with Jennifer would happen, and he’d be okay. His company was built on more than cheap gimmicks. They had what it took to go the distance—and he had loyal people. People like Jackson, like his clients. They weren't going to leave him. If the rest of the world decided that one contest could make or break a company, Parker had no doubt that they'd work through that, too.
    He stepped out of the elevator and into the apartment.
    Tara was standing at the stove, humming to herself as she flipped eggs, and wearing nothing but a T-shirt she must have pulled out of his closet. For a moment, Parker realized what Jackson had been saying before, about coming home to someone. Maybe it wouldn't be half bad, coming back from a run every weekend to find his girlfriend in the kitchen, wearing his clothes.
    Except it wouldn't always be like this, would it? If he had a girlfriend, there would be days that they would fight, and he'd come home to find her in a bad mood, refusing to speak to him. Or he'd come home in a bad mood, and ignore her at the stove; go and shut himself up in

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