out in front of him. “What about Nick?”
That took her off guard. “Nick?”
“Yeah.” The rich, deep sound of Nick’s voice from the doorway made it impossible to breathe. “Or have you forgotten who I am already?”
Maybe she’d died, since her heart wasn’t beating either. And she’d gone cold. Yep, she must have seized up and died right there. But she’d never get that lucky. Her blood started pumping a crazy rhythm. Nick? Here? In New York?
Slowly, she raised her gaze to meet his. Nope, she hadn’t died. The heat and rate her heart tripped up to made that fact abundantly clear. “Nick?”
His smile grew just a bit, his sexy frame filling her door. “Chloe?”
“W-what are you doing here?”
“Good to see you too, doll.” He walked into the room and took the chair next to Cash, his arms hooked over his broad chest. “Thought I’d accompany my little brother to your big bad city.”
“Little brother?” She slipped into her own chair shakily, trying not to show how much his presence affected her. What the fuck was he doing here? Having him in Texas made him a dream. She could fantasize, wish and delude herself to her heart’s content.
Refocusing on something less—traumatic, she shuffled the papers on her desk. “I didn’t know you were brothers. Your last name is Westin—”
He shrugged. “Different pas.”
Pas? God, how she’d missed that southern drawl. So much she found it impossible to look away from the smooth line of his lips.
Cash leaned forward then. “I didn’t think you’d mind, Chloe.”
Nothing affected her. It never did. She needed to get ahold of herself. She faced some of the most intimidating presences in the magazine world on a daily basis, and didn’t flinch. She’d be damned if Nick—God, did he have to smell so good?—was going to faze her.
“I don’t mind, Cash. I was just surprised, is all. Why wouldn’t I want to have two handsome men in my office?” She smiled at them both, leaning on every trick she’d learned in her New-York-style crash course in fake-it-till-you-make-it. Nick’s brows furrowed but she ignored it. “Cash, you’ll need to go down one floor to where we’ll do the photo shoot. The girls in wardrobe will take care of you the second you step off the elevator.” As an aside, she added, “Feel free to go with him, Nick.”
Cash stood and walked over. The twinkle in his eyes gave her something besides Nick to concentrate on. “Am I gonna be naked for these pictures?”
Chloe laughed, fanning her face. She leaned back in her chair, letting her eyes feast on the entire length of his body before she shook her head. “Not for StyleU magazine, but I might ask the photographer to take a couple for me to keep.”
She was certain she heard Nick growl, but when she glanced his way, he merely scowled. Cash’s laughter drew her back to him. “You got it, sweetheart. But my bucky-bare ass comes with one condition.”
“What condition?”
“Well—” he leaned closer to whisper, “—I want you to take me out on the town tonight. Maybe to one o’ them sexy nightclubs with all the women that are almost as hot as you. The ones that people are screwing in the dark corners.”
“I could probably do that. If you’re very—” she shifted closer next to his ear, “— very bad for me at the photo shoot.”
He let out a huge whoop and tipped his hat. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Nick’s voice suddenly filled the office. “She can make a deal with you once she’s paid up on what she owes me.”
The air left her lungs. She turned away from Cash and eyed Nick. “Excuse me?”
He shrugged easily, ignoring Cash who slipped away with a wink. “I think you heard me. You owe me about—” he glanced at his watch, “—twenty hours.”
How she could be as pissed as she was and still react to the infuriating man standing in her office was beyond her, but warmth slicked her crotch just the same. She stood then,
That took her off guard. “Nick?”
“Yeah.” The rich, deep sound of Nick’s voice from the doorway made it impossible to breathe. “Or have you forgotten who I am already?”
Maybe she’d died, since her heart wasn’t beating either. And she’d gone cold. Yep, she must have seized up and died right there. But she’d never get that lucky. Her blood started pumping a crazy rhythm. Nick? Here? In New York?
Slowly, she raised her gaze to meet his. Nope, she hadn’t died. The heat and rate her heart tripped up to made that fact abundantly clear. “Nick?”
His smile grew just a bit, his sexy frame filling her door. “Chloe?”
“W-what are you doing here?”
“Good to see you too, doll.” He walked into the room and took the chair next to Cash, his arms hooked over his broad chest. “Thought I’d accompany my little brother to your big bad city.”
“Little brother?” She slipped into her own chair shakily, trying not to show how much his presence affected her. What the fuck was he doing here? Having him in Texas made him a dream. She could fantasize, wish and delude herself to her heart’s content.
Refocusing on something less—traumatic, she shuffled the papers on her desk. “I didn’t know you were brothers. Your last name is Westin—”
He shrugged. “Different pas.”
Pas? God, how she’d missed that southern drawl. So much she found it impossible to look away from the smooth line of his lips.
Cash leaned forward then. “I didn’t think you’d mind, Chloe.”
Nothing affected her. It never did. She needed to get ahold of herself. She faced some of the most intimidating presences in the magazine world on a daily basis, and didn’t flinch. She’d be damned if Nick—God, did he have to smell so good?—was going to faze her.
“I don’t mind, Cash. I was just surprised, is all. Why wouldn’t I want to have two handsome men in my office?” She smiled at them both, leaning on every trick she’d learned in her New-York-style crash course in fake-it-till-you-make-it. Nick’s brows furrowed but she ignored it. “Cash, you’ll need to go down one floor to where we’ll do the photo shoot. The girls in wardrobe will take care of you the second you step off the elevator.” As an aside, she added, “Feel free to go with him, Nick.”
Cash stood and walked over. The twinkle in his eyes gave her something besides Nick to concentrate on. “Am I gonna be naked for these pictures?”
Chloe laughed, fanning her face. She leaned back in her chair, letting her eyes feast on the entire length of his body before she shook her head. “Not for StyleU magazine, but I might ask the photographer to take a couple for me to keep.”
She was certain she heard Nick growl, but when she glanced his way, he merely scowled. Cash’s laughter drew her back to him. “You got it, sweetheart. But my bucky-bare ass comes with one condition.”
“What condition?”
“Well—” he leaned closer to whisper, “—I want you to take me out on the town tonight. Maybe to one o’ them sexy nightclubs with all the women that are almost as hot as you. The ones that people are screwing in the dark corners.”
“I could probably do that. If you’re very—” she shifted closer next to his ear, “— very bad for me at the photo shoot.”
He let out a huge whoop and tipped his hat. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Nick’s voice suddenly filled the office. “She can make a deal with you once she’s paid up on what she owes me.”
The air left her lungs. She turned away from Cash and eyed Nick. “Excuse me?”
He shrugged easily, ignoring Cash who slipped away with a wink. “I think you heard me. You owe me about—” he glanced at his watch, “—twenty hours.”
How she could be as pissed as she was and still react to the infuriating man standing in her office was beyond her, but warmth slicked her crotch just the same. She stood then,
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