feel unsure,” Sebastian cut in. The lines around Nicole’s mouth tightened, and if looks could kill, a Mack truck would be backing up over him again and again until nothing was left but skid marks and goo. He went on. “You’re a good looking man and selling sex is easy enough to do. The plan is to make you more accessible. To play up the sexy geek. It’s in right now. This will give your company the commercial exposure it needs. You’ve gained the respect of your peers. Now you need to branch out.” “I don’t know.” Jeremiah’s face flushed. “Will anyone bid on me? And if they do…” He swallowed nervously. It became clear to Sebastian the man didn’t go on dates very often. Well, fuck. What the hell had Nicole been thinking? “Look at me,” Nicole said. “I will walk you through all the possible scenarios. We’ve talked. Quite a bit. So I know you’re charming and smart. Women love that. Make her feel special. She’s spent money on a wonderful cause. You’re only the vehicle. If things start to make a turn for the worse, you can call me, and I’ll see what I can do to make it better. But you won’t need me.” She clapped, stood. “How about we start off small and not sweat the event yet? You need clothes. Davina has been dying to put you in a suit. Something classic and comfortable. Think Clooney.” Within minutes Sebastian felt like a third wheel, following them to another floor. Anna was smart and had created a stylist branch to her company—a full boutique for appearances. There was no question Nicole’s eyes were bigger than her stomach when it came to the securing Jeremiah for the bachelor auction. Yet, she put Jeremiah at ease. She told him what he needed to do and made it sound like child’s play. She didn’t condescend or bully or do half of the things that some publicist would to get the same result from the client—full cooperation. It was breathtaking to watch. But that’s not why he agreed to work at Limelight. So Sebastian bided his time, made the right noises and saw the client out. He followed instead of led and waited until Nicole closed the door to her modern and immaculate office. Waited even longer for her to lean against the edge of her desk and cross her legs at the ankle with a smug expression. “You did a good job allying his fears,” he said. “But?” “You’re going to have go in a more drastic direction to get him to show up. Yes, we serve our clients, but it means nothing if we lose our contacts. You’re going to lose the woman in charge of the charity event when he backs out last minute. The man’s one step away from a recluse. Public events scare him so much his balls don’t retract for a week at the thought of public speaking. You’ve set yourself up for failure.” “Crude but true. Don’t you believe I’ve thought of that?” “I’m sure you have, but there’s nothing that will get him there.” Her gaze glinted. “Would you stake your reputation on that?” “I would.” Sebastian leaned back in the client chair and told himself not to enjoy the way her legs looked crossed. How smooth and delectable they looked bare from her knee down to the toes peeking out from the red straps. It didn’t help he knew how silky her skin felt gliding beneath his tongue. “But, how about we make this truly challenging?” Her gaze narrowed on his face, and he knew that look. He’d made it form on her features when he told her to come on command. Make me the expression said. “You got him to agree to go to the event,” Sebastian said. “Doesn’t mean he won’t back out last minute. Let’s see who can ensure he shows up.” She scoffed. “That’s too easy. I’ve never had a client skip an event I’ve scheduled.” “Neither have I. I know this isn’t right for him. Your ego won’t let you see it. There’s the difference.” “You’re cocky.” “You should know.” His voice had gone husky without provocation. Her