But the thought of going to that damn wedding at all made me sick to my stomach.
At least this way I’d possibly have some fun, meet someone new…a professional casanova.
The idea sounded too intriguing to pass up.
“It’s not a problem. I have savings I haven’t touched in years… This is the first time I’ll be spending money on myself….ever.” The last word fell flat, my sad existence sounding a little more miserable as I said the words out loud.
“Honey, we all deserve a little fun every now and again. I’ve got you down for six.
I nodded, clutching the phone in my hand before realizing she couldn't actually see me. “Thank you.”
“Happy to help, dear. We’re only too happy to help.” The phone line went dead.
What in the hell had I gotten myself into?
Chapter Two
Brodie
“The hard drive is fucked. You’re gonna need a new one.” I slapped my brother on the back. He shot me a dark glare, pushing closed the laptop and shoving the very expensive, very broken computer across the desk. “Sorry, bro.”
“You know how much that fucker cost me?”
“A Pro with all that extra RAM, yeah, I know.” Easily over the three thousand mark. But that was my brother, always wanting the best, wanting to outspend everyone he knew. Shit like that made him feel good.
God, we really couldn’t be more different.
Truth was, I could hardly stand being around my brother, but I was taught blood is thicker than water, and so I was here when he needed me, rain or shine.
“You know, you don’t have to dump a bunch of money into a computer. Buy something more cost effective, hire someone who knows what the hell they’re doing to run your system, then shit will work flawlessly.”
“Why don’t you come work for me, then?” He shot me a look. He’d offered me that exact position multiple times, and while I didn’t mind helping him out, I did mind spending every day with the arrogant bastard.
“Not for me, Danny. Thanks anyway.” I shoved my own laptop, which I’d been using to test his system, under my arm.
“Hey, why don’t you hang around for a while? I’ve got an appointment, but I can cancel it.” The twinge of regret in his voice hit me in the stomach.
“Old age creeping up on you, brother? I think you’ve forgotten we don’t hang out. I think your next appointment is here anyway.” I paused at the one-way mirror that overlooked an intimate reception area.
“Just another lonely woman looking for a date to a wedding. I’ll be through in five minutes. Just have to ask her a few questions, make sure we get her type down before we assign her someone.”
“Her type?” My eyes drifted towards the most beautiful and sexy woman I had ever seen. The soft waves of dark hair that curled around her very huge tits like silky waterfalls, a waist that hour-glassed in like a retro pinup, hips that begged for my hands. And those legs. Long, curvy legs perched on a pair of sexy, sky-high, and sparkling red heels.
If any pair of shoes could simultaneously give a man a hard-on and a heart attack, it was those.
I knew because my heart was racing and my cock was raging.
“Ya know, tall, dark and handsome, big hands, man-bun—you wouldn’t believe some of the requests we get nowadays.”
“That’s all bullshit.”
“Bullshit?” my brother said, walking closer towards me.
“Women don’t fall for types, they fall for the man who gives them that feeling.”
“That feeling? Aren’t you a romantic.” My brother laughed mirthlessly.
“You make a woman feel loved, desired, like she’s on your mind twenty four seven… That’s what women want. They want a man who knows their worth and spends every day showing them that will never be taken for granted.”
“Well, according to our questionnaire most of them want a man in a business suit to tie them up. It’s getting old.”
“Jesus.”
She turned, slipping into a velvet chair and crossing her legs, one fuck-hot red heel poised in the air.
“Let me take her,” I blurted out.
“What?” my brother asked.
“She just wants a date for a wedding, right? I’ll take her. When is it?”
“This weekend, Valentine’s Day, and no way, you’re not fucking taking her. This is my business, man. What do you think, I’m going to send you, someone who hasn’t even had a date in over a year, off with one of my clients?”
My eyes trailed up the elegant curves of her cheekbone before landing on her warm, dark eyes.
Something socked me in the gut then.
Something I’ve never felt before blasted through my body, shattering every nerve and leaving me wanting, no, needing more.