Blind Spot: Hopeless Romantics, #4

By Matilda Martel

Warren Gonzalez thinks he's a player---the worst kind of player.

Twelve years ago, he was a high school All-American athlete and prom king. Eight years ago, he was president of his fraternity and the big man on campus. When he arrived in Manhattan with a coveted job on Wall Street, he expected to take the Big Apple by storm and have hordes of beautiful ladies falling for his Texas charm.

Warren was wrong.

One bad experience after another have made him bitter and turned him into a world-class jerk. He's in desperate need of a wake-up call--- someone to come along and dropkick his overinflated ego before he hurts himself. 

Lacey Dillon is that someone.

Lacey might be fresh out of college, but she's not naïve in the ways of the world. When she signed up to work for Digby Financial Services, she expected to work side by side with men like Warren. Wall Street is crawling with his ilk. No matter how many times he swears he's turned over a new leaf, she refuses every cheesy advance and puts him in his place.

She wasn't born yesterday. Players love a challenge. Lacey's convinced he wants revenge for his daily rejection, and she's got no time for shenanigans.

But Warren's just getting started. For the first time in his life, he knows what he wants, and he can't give up without a fight.

His admiration is sincere, but Lacey's won't give him an inch. Fed up with her knee-jerk rejections, he hacks her new blind dating app and hijacks her social calendar, sending her into a spiral of simmering sexual frustration.

Can a reformed wanna-be playboy win the heart of a hard-as-nails good girl in disguise?

Will Warren's sad game and desperate moves break down Lacey's walls long enough to let him sweep her off her feet?

Find out in this enemies to lovers office romance and book two of the Love is Blind series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matilda Martel
• Release date: Sep 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223458098

Matilda Martel

Matilda loves many things---her husband, dachshunds, cats, the two terrible Chihuahuas who live with her, Paris, New York, a few select friends and family, Nutella, books, lots and lots of books, and writing sweet, steamy romance for nerdy girls-- because that's who I am.If you like your romances steamy but sweet. Sexy, but on the shorter side. With smart and sassy heroines who fall for soulful Alphas- then you might like my books.I write A LOT of OMYW, cause that's just my bag. But no matter what kind of story it is, my ladies are always adored and my endings are always HEA.Please head to my blog: www.matildamartel.com, to learn what's in the final stages and will be coming out soon!Want a free Ebook? Join my mailing list to get my monthly newsletter at : www.matildamartel.com/mailinglist/

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1

LACEY

Here you go, my lady: one café latte with a dash of cinnamon. I adjust the cardboard cozy on my big sister Riley's morning cup of coffee, then return to the counter to grab my cup of no-frills Americano.

She curtsies and taps her paper cup to mine. Thank you, milady. You spoil me.

I shake my head and take that first righteous sip of the day. Nonsense. You deserve my worship. Where would I be without my big sister? I'm sure I'd still be stuck in that backwater town in Texas slinging hash at the local diner instead of investing billionaire cash at the number one hedge fund management firm in Manhattan. I bump my hip into the door and let Riley lead the way onto the sidewalk.

For goodness' sake, Lacey! You had a full scholarship. I didn't put you through school. She giggles then quickly slides her oversized sunglasses onto the bridge of her nose. And for your information, Houston is the fourth-largest city, not some backwater town in the middle of nowheresville. Besides, when the hell did you ever sling hash? We grew up in Bellaire. Digby Financial Services is the first real job either of us have ever had. She huffs and follows the crowd down the crosswalk, conveniently omitting the summer I folded t-shirts at The Gap.

Stop being so modest! I toss my hair in her face and weave past the slackers. Mama never would have let me leave Texas if you hadn't promised to come along for the ride. She had her heart set on me attending Rice. I purse my lips and shudder at the thought. For crying out loud, we lived so close to campus, I could have rolled right out of bed and landed in first period.

She knew I had my heart set on New York and eventually gave in when Riley made the move with me. I appreciate the sacrifice my sister made leaving the University of Houston early, and I try hard to make it up to her. Now that I'm finally making the big bucks, we've settled into a glitzier part of town, and I'm encouraging her to finish her last year of school.

Did you give more thought to what I said? You can study Event Management at NYU and intern with Fergus's wife. Gemma loves you, and she told me she thinks you'd make an excellent wedding planner. We wiggle through the revolving door into the lobby and race towards the elevators.

Lower your voice! Digby could be skulking around, and if he hears I'm thinking of abandoning ship, he'll lose his mind. I don't have time to think, Lacey. The man is running me ragged with his wedding business. I spend all day rushing around like a chicken without a head on his errands, all because he insists on dragging Gemma down the aisle in record speed. She punches the button to the eighteenth floor and reclines into the steel wall. The boss depends on her more than anyone else and pays her handsomely, but I know she's got bigger dreams than being an executive assistant.

So, you're the reason Fergus looks like fiancé of the year? Figures. I hope he's paying you extra. It's a rhetorical question. Fergus may be the tyrannical King of Wall Street, but he's never cheap---especially with my sister. She's probably the highest-paid assistant in Manhattan.

She nods and inches closer to the doors. Fergus almost doubled my salary, and he's not asking me to do it---not technically. Every time Gemma gives him a wedding task, he takes it to heart and rearranges his entire schedule to get it done. Our tiny world of clients and meetings goes topsy turvy, and it's all for nothing. The poor thing never gets it right. He orders the wrong flowers or books the wrong church. It takes him all day to accomplish something that I complete in fifteen minutes. How the hell did that man become a billionaire? I follow her through the front doors of Digby Financial Services and watch her get immediately accosted by a handful of managers in search of Fergus.

She holds her hands up in mock surrender. Quit it! I've got fifteen minutes until my day begins, and that time is precious. Come see me after Lacey and I have eaten our bagels. Riley hooks her thumb at me and stomps towards the kitchen.

You never finished telling me about your date. She pops two halves of an asiago cheese bagel into the toaster and shoots me a curious glance. You know I live for your details.

She really does. Riley's allergic to intimacy, but she'll pull up a comfy chair whenever anyone shares a raunchy story. Unfortunately, I don't have any filth to feed her. Who has time for sex when you've got dreams of becoming the number one hedge fund manager in the office? I spent the last four years with my nose buried in books. I don't know where she thinks I had time to get laid. But I hate letting my big sister down with the tragic truth.

Where did I leave off? I laugh and smear a ridiculous amount of cream cheese on my bagel.

You mentioned something about a swirl. She