‘Miss Hunter,’ Dr. Strong reprimands sternly. ‘Kindly do not waste any more of my time, young lady.’
Britney jumps up. ‘Come on Tori,’ she orders huffily, and stalks out of the office, her nose held high in the air.
I shrug apologetically at the doctor and quickly follow her out.
She runs past the waiting room and rounds on me in the middle of an intersecting corridor. ‘I have to find a way to make him operate on me,’ she cries desperately. ‘Can you help me to convince him?’
‘Me?’ I ask, startled.
‘Yes. You. You’re always so sensible, Tori.’
‘To be honest I think your eyes are beautiful as they are.’
She looks at me the way I always imagined Cesar looked at Brutus after the knife was planted in his back.
‘What?’ I ask, bewildered. It’s not like we’re best friends or anything.
‘You don’t want me to be beautiful,’ she screeches suddenly, and streaks off in the general direction of the toilets.
I stare after her for a few seconds before I turn around and slam into a perfectly solid wall of cologne-scented, honest to goodness, male muscles. Strong, wonderfully warm hands curl around my forearms. I look up. OK, long tanned brown throat, unshaven jawline …
Oh! My! God!
Amused, bright green eyes fringed by eyelashes that rightly should have belonged to a girl; straight, black, cocked eyebrows; disheveled hair, and a badass smile curved on the sexiest most deliciously full lips. The kind you just want to sink your teeth into. Oh, and just before I faint, a chin dimple just made a late entrance to the party. This is exactly the kind of man my best friend, Leah, calls ‘a happening guy.’ Things happen around him.
‘Whoa, babe,’ he drawls.
How can I describe his voice? Warmed up chocolate sauce poured slowly down my naked back. Swoon, my ass, I fucking shiver.
‘Whoa, yourself,’ I croak.
He bares his straight white teeth. It’s one of those magic grins that begs any rational girl to suck it off his face.
‘Was that my sister I just saw bolting into the toilet for a quick meltdown?’
I swallow hard. This is so not how I expected to meet Britney’s famous brother. ‘Could be, if you’re the pop star big brother.’
Cash Hunter’s green eyes look like they’re on fire. ‘That’s me, babe. Pop star big brother.’
‘Great. Er … now might be a good time to let go of me.’
‘Give me one good reason why I should?’ he counters lazily.
My eyebrows fly upwards. ‘My knee’s reckoning on an upwards trajectory?’
Grinning, he lets go of me and raises his hands as if in surrender. ‘Looks like I caught me a wildcat.’
My legs play up a little as I take a shaky step back.
He watches me. ‘Where the fuck have you been all my life, Beautiful?’
I give a fake laugh. ‘Are you deliberately using bad lines to save on contraceptives?’
The leather-clad, powerhouse of sexy goodness throws his head back and laughs. This early in the morning the vodka fumes that hit my nostrils are strong enough to make me dizzy.
‘What’s going to work on you, wildcat? My cock wants to say hello to your pussy.’
‘Breath mints might help,’ I retort.
‘Damn girl, you sure know how to suck the juice out of a tender moment.’ He rummages around in his pocket, finds a mangy mint, and pops it into his mouth. ‘Now unless you don’t like a long, thick cock, we’re good to go.’
I look up at him with frosty eyes. ‘Personally I think size is overrated. Cock doesn’t have to be big to be good.’
His eyes gleam. ‘Baby, we’re in luck. There’s a man on the other side of the corridor who can customize my dong into the right shape and size for you.’
‘Hilarious,’ I say unenthusiastically.
‘I bet I can make you call me Daddy,’
‘Thanks, but … ugh, no.’
‘Right. Change of tactics. Not that I’m giving up on getting you into my bed or anything, but want to have dinner with me tonight?’
He’s too beautiful to be real.
‘Cash,’ squeals Britney.
Cash winks at me before he turns his attention to the figure flying at him. He catches her as she wraps her arms and legs around him like a big kid.
‘How did you know where to find me?’ she asks.
‘Isn’t this your second home?’ he asks dryly.
‘Not anymore. Dr. Strong won’t do my eyes,’ she grumbles.
‘Oh yeah. Why not?’
‘He’s says I’ll end up looking like a ridiculous freak.’
‘Hmmm … what did you want done?’
She climbs off him. ‘I want cat eyes.’