can wait. In fact, that
might make the end result even sweeter.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN- Kennedy
I get situated in the plush, ivory-leather
chair, setting my purse at my feet and crossing my legs before I
glance around at my flight companions. From the corner of my eye, I
see Reese sink into the thick cushions of a loveseat and throw one
arm along the back. I make a point not to look directly at him. I’m
discovering the less I can do that, the better off I am.
“Kennedy, this is Hemi, my brother, and his
girlfriend, Sloane. The gentleman to the left is her brother, Sig.”
I give each person he mentions a smile and I get one from each of
them in return.
I finally get to meet Hemi. Although Reese
talked about him some when we were kids, Hemi didn’t visit his
uncle much and I never got to meet him. I would’ve remembered that
because He. Is. Gorgeous. Just like his brother. There is no
denying that they are related. They both have the same dark hair,
the same skin tone, the same stunning smile, only Hemi’s eyes
appear to be a different, darker shade of blue, like navy almost.
One dark brow is pierced and I can see a tattoo of some sort
peeking out from beneath the bottom edge of his t-shirt sleeve. He
has bad boy written all over him, and it’s no wonder Sloane fell
for him, especially when he turns his eyes back to her. They fairly
glow with his adoration, something else I can easily see. Sloane is
beautiful in a young, fresh way. And she obviously worships the
ground Hemi walks on. I can’t help the little ribbon of jealousy
that works its way through me. They have what every girl dreams
of.
Until she gets her heart broken and realizes
that, in the absence of that kind of true and perfect love, there
is only devastation, on one end or the other. Having experienced
that once is enough to deter me from ever looking for it again.
I turn my eyes and my smile to Sig. He’s
extremely handsome as well, with his dark hair and chocolate eyes
so much like his sister’s. Only he’s all man, hard where she is
soft. Even sitting, I can see that he’s enormous. I’d guess when he
stands that he’s at least six feet five inches of hard muscle and
cute, sexy grin.
All in all, I feel old and ugly by
comparison, which does nothing for my confidence or my mood. I can
feel myself withdrawing almost immediately.
“Kennedy and I grew up together,” Reese tells
the group.
“We won’t hold that against you, Kennedy,”
Sig says with a flirtatious wink. He swivels his chair to face me
more fully and raises one dark brow as his eyes flicker over me.
“And will you be joining us on the boat?”
“I will. I’ll be working, though.”
“Doing what?”
“I guess I’ll be your…entertainment,” I
explain, trying not to let that make me feel like the hired trash.
Consciously, I lift my chin and keep my smile in place, reminding
myself that I have nothing to be ashamed of. I dance for a living.
At least I’m working toward my dream. Some of us just have to take
the long, hard road. That’s all.
“Oh, really?” Sig asks, interest evident in
his tone. “And just how will you be entertaining us?” The look of
appreciation in his eye makes me feel less self-conscious, and his
friendly, harmlessly flirtatious nature puts me right at ease. I
like him instantly.
“I’m a dancer.”
Sig leans up, very openly interested now.
“God, that Reese is a lucky bastard.”
“And why is that?”
“He gets all the hot women around here.”
“Oh, it’s not like that. We…uh…we’re just old
friends. And I actually work for him in one of his clubs.”
“Which one?”
“ Exotique .”
Sig’s mouth drops open a little bit. “Holy
shit! You’re that hottie from the other night, aren’t you? With the
shirt and the hat? Dayum, you were amazing!”
I can’t help but blush at his enthusiastic
and appreciative response. “Thank you. But I won’t only be
dancing. I’ll be doing some serving as well, from what
might make the end result even sweeter.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN- Kennedy
I get situated in the plush, ivory-leather
chair, setting my purse at my feet and crossing my legs before I
glance around at my flight companions. From the corner of my eye, I
see Reese sink into the thick cushions of a loveseat and throw one
arm along the back. I make a point not to look directly at him. I’m
discovering the less I can do that, the better off I am.
“Kennedy, this is Hemi, my brother, and his
girlfriend, Sloane. The gentleman to the left is her brother, Sig.”
I give each person he mentions a smile and I get one from each of
them in return.
I finally get to meet Hemi. Although Reese
talked about him some when we were kids, Hemi didn’t visit his
uncle much and I never got to meet him. I would’ve remembered that
because He. Is. Gorgeous. Just like his brother. There is no
denying that they are related. They both have the same dark hair,
the same skin tone, the same stunning smile, only Hemi’s eyes
appear to be a different, darker shade of blue, like navy almost.
One dark brow is pierced and I can see a tattoo of some sort
peeking out from beneath the bottom edge of his t-shirt sleeve. He
has bad boy written all over him, and it’s no wonder Sloane fell
for him, especially when he turns his eyes back to her. They fairly
glow with his adoration, something else I can easily see. Sloane is
beautiful in a young, fresh way. And she obviously worships the
ground Hemi walks on. I can’t help the little ribbon of jealousy
that works its way through me. They have what every girl dreams
of.
Until she gets her heart broken and realizes
that, in the absence of that kind of true and perfect love, there
is only devastation, on one end or the other. Having experienced
that once is enough to deter me from ever looking for it again.
I turn my eyes and my smile to Sig. He’s
extremely handsome as well, with his dark hair and chocolate eyes
so much like his sister’s. Only he’s all man, hard where she is
soft. Even sitting, I can see that he’s enormous. I’d guess when he
stands that he’s at least six feet five inches of hard muscle and
cute, sexy grin.
All in all, I feel old and ugly by
comparison, which does nothing for my confidence or my mood. I can
feel myself withdrawing almost immediately.
“Kennedy and I grew up together,” Reese tells
the group.
“We won’t hold that against you, Kennedy,”
Sig says with a flirtatious wink. He swivels his chair to face me
more fully and raises one dark brow as his eyes flicker over me.
“And will you be joining us on the boat?”
“I will. I’ll be working, though.”
“Doing what?”
“I guess I’ll be your…entertainment,” I
explain, trying not to let that make me feel like the hired trash.
Consciously, I lift my chin and keep my smile in place, reminding
myself that I have nothing to be ashamed of. I dance for a living.
At least I’m working toward my dream. Some of us just have to take
the long, hard road. That’s all.
“Oh, really?” Sig asks, interest evident in
his tone. “And just how will you be entertaining us?” The look of
appreciation in his eye makes me feel less self-conscious, and his
friendly, harmlessly flirtatious nature puts me right at ease. I
like him instantly.
“I’m a dancer.”
Sig leans up, very openly interested now.
“God, that Reese is a lucky bastard.”
“And why is that?”
“He gets all the hot women around here.”
“Oh, it’s not like that. We…uh…we’re just old
friends. And I actually work for him in one of his clubs.”
“Which one?”
“ Exotique .”
Sig’s mouth drops open a little bit. “Holy
shit! You’re that hottie from the other night, aren’t you? With the
shirt and the hat? Dayum, you were amazing!”
I can’t help but blush at his enthusiastic
and appreciative response. “Thank you. But I won’t only be
dancing. I’ll be doing some serving as well, from what
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