The Boardroom: Cassidy by A.J. Wynter

South Dakota was in my rearview mirror, I couldn’t go back now…
Eliza
Am I a horrible person?
I hadn’t left a note. I had wanted to…but what would I even say?
It struck me suddenly that this was the first bad thing that I had ever done.
I looked down at my finger, and at the tiny indents the engagement ring had made in my skin. They seemed natural now, like a tattoo, and I had almost forgotten what my hand had looked like without it.
Alright Seattle, here I come: a small-town virgin for you to devour…
Cassidy
My name isn’t Cassidy.
It’s Arnold, with about three pointless middle names stuck in there for aristocratic flair. Cassidy is the name I picked as my own—for my new life here in Seattle.
The thing I like best about America?
The women.
I’m not a relationship kind of guy. Relationships are either messy or so boring you can hardly stand it. It don’t need a relationship, or intimacy, or any of that Hallmark Channel crap.
Not me.
Now, the new girl Eliza, she was different.
Why was she here in Seattle? More importantly, why would such an uncomplicated-looking girl hint at having a romantic life that was so full of…well, complications?