- Author: Renea Porter
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Editor: Genevieve A. Scholl
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About the Book
Conceited Concierge is a standalone story inspired by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward’s Cocky Bastard. It's published as part of the Cocky Hero Club world, a series of original works, written by various authors, and inspired by Keeland and Ward's New York Times bestselling series.
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The sound of a door slamming shut woke me up before the sun even made an appearance. My one-night stand from last night must have already left. It took me a second to realize that after two or three drinks, I picked a guy up at a bar last night. I’d been traveling for nearly ten hours straight, barely stopping for pee breaks when I decided it was best to stop in Las Vegas for a night. Last night was only about sex.
I needed a shower, but I didn’t really have time. Instead, I rushed to grab my things which were strewn everywhere and I did a quick wash in the bathroom. With my suitcase on the bed, I grabbed a set of clean clothes quickly, slipped them on, locked the case, and walked out the door.
I still had a good four or five-hour drive ahead of me. My destination was Temecula California. Before getting on the highway, I pulled into the closest gas station for gas and snacks. After pumping gas, I parked my car, and grabbed my phone to check for messages.
I should have known not to expect to hear from Callie. Break ups were hard. Guess we were done for good this time. When I was offered a job to design a hotel, I asked her to come with me. But she said no; that she was about to break up with me anyway. She was already seeing someone else. What a bitch.
So, this new job offer was perfect timing for me. It would help me not to think about her. I was a sucker for dark hair and light eyes on women and men. I was an equal opportunist. I liked both genders or however they identified themselves. I didn’t consider myself bi or straight. I liked people and if we clicked, great.
But spending the last three years with Callie had been amazing, and I thought we would be together for a long time. I took a deep breath, shaking my head from my thought. Tossing my phone in my purse, I headed inside the convenience store. After last night, I needed a water and a snack. Mindlessly walking down each aisle, I grabbed a water, a pre-packaged sandwich, a pack of ho-hos, and some starburst candy. Ho-ho’s and starburst both used to be my favorite as a kid.
As I was walking to pay for my treats, I overheard a young man asking to use the convenience store guy’s phone. But he was refusing. My curiosity was peaked. “What’s the problem?”
A guy in front of me turned toward me. Then he smiled. “Fancy meeting you again.” I was face to face with my ‘one-night-stand’. “My piece of shit car won’t start and my phone died, so I can’t call anyone.”
“I can lend you my phone.” I fished my phone out and handed it to him as we stepped aside for the other patrons to pass.
Taking my phone, he thought for a moment and paused, shaking his head. “I don’t know any numbers by heart, everything was programmed in my phone.” He was bummed and handed my phone back to me.
Hesitantly, I asked, “Where you headed?”
I swallowed a hard lump and took in his features. It was dark last night, but looking at him in the light of day, light gray-blue eyes, a prominent nose, perfectly shaped lips, and high cheek bones created quite the appealing image. He also had dark brown hair. Fuck, light eyes and dark hair were my weakness. I guess I was seeing correctly last night after all.
“I’m heading there, too.” Those words slipped from my lips before I could stop them.
His smile grew wide. “Guess you’re giving me a ride, cupcake.”
“Cupcake? Who are you calling cupcake?”
“What would you like me to call you?” That smile was wicked and he knew it.
“My name is Rylee Raegan.”
“Shall we, Rylee? I’m Levi.” He held his hand out for me to shake it. And I did, right as my palm started to sweat. He then snatched my snacks from my arms to buy them.
“You didn’t need to do that. I can pay for my own stuff.”
“You’re giving me a ride, so it’s the least I can