us!"
I grinned as I took a bite of my pizza. "By the way, I didn’t know you could flirt like that."
"Oh, darling," she said in her most affected voice, putting on airs and graces, "it pays to come from money, and I’ve studied my dearest mother doing it all her life. Flirting always works for her, so I thought I’d give it a try."
"Damn smart." I chuckled. "And you even managed to get us a discounted rate. I’m proud of you, chick. Keep polishing those skills; something tells me we’re going to need it a lot."
Cassidy had studied architecture and we’d met during shared classes at the University of Sydney. Although Cass and I were worlds apart, we’d bonded because we were part of only a handful of females in a class dominated by men. And we’d instantly clicked, in spite of our differences. It was a blessing, because we complemented one another’s strengths and weaknesses. Together we made a kickass team. We had one another’s backs, and to me that was a big deal.
She threw back her head and laughed. "No, silly, it's because the rental agent thought our Australian accents were cute that he decided to let us have the place."
"You reckon? I guess that played a small part. But mostly I think Mr. Garcia was smitten by you—"
"What I want is a real man, honey. One with deep pockets and an Ivy League education, who can keep me in the way I am accustomed to. Oh, and small dicks need not apply." Cassidy was a sex freak and a self declared nymphomaniac. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how we were going to live together in a confined space once she started bringing guys home.
As for me? I had no interest in sex or men. I was building my career so that I could earn a decent salary to take care of my mother. She had sacrificed a lot during the years to give me the best she could, and it was payback time. Since Mum had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a few months ago, it became imperative that I take care of her. I simply didn’t have time for romance, or anything else that might sidetrack me. I owed her that.
I cleared my throat. "Um, I was meaning to ask . . . Is it okay if I borrow your pretty white shirt? I can team it with my pencil skirt and pumps so that I’m presentable for my first day tomorrow." My cheeks burned as I waited for her reply. We’d never worn one another’s clothes because, well . . . mine were from cheap department stores, and hers from designer boutiques. On top of that she was tall and lean, and I was short and shapely, so I’d never be able to wear her pants or skirts anyway. Boob-wise we were equally well endowed, so I was sure her shirt would fit me.
"Of course you can, honey. Hang it in the bathroom so that the steam can get rid of the creases."
I let out a long breath. "Thanks, Cass. You’re a lifesaver."
She winked at me. "Keep your praise for when I really save your life by getting you laid . . . by a real man."
I laughed, shaking my head vigorously. "Not going to happen. Definitely not in the next six months."
Unless.
Unless I bumped into him . That stranger. I couldn’t get him out of my head. It was bizarre, but every time I closed my eyes, there he was, smiling, those green eyes boring into mine. I pressed my knees together to stop the dull ache in my core.
Luckily there was no chance in hell of that happening, so I was safe. And my rules were simple. No men. No sex. No relationships.
Easy.
DEBONAIR: PART 1 BY JANI KAY
4 - Tyler
Seriously pissed off, I slammed the phone down, then proceeded to pace the office while rubbing my temples. I’d developed the fucking headache from hell.
What the fuck had I been thinking, to agree to Chase’s request? I didn’t take on interns. Never have, and never will. They were a pain in the ass. I could do everything myself so much faster than explaining myself repeatedly to some dumb-wit.
Three weeks.
Fuck.
What I needed was sex. What I didn’t need was an intern.
My late nights at work had spoiled my chances of
I grinned as I took a bite of my pizza. "By the way, I didn’t know you could flirt like that."
"Oh, darling," she said in her most affected voice, putting on airs and graces, "it pays to come from money, and I’ve studied my dearest mother doing it all her life. Flirting always works for her, so I thought I’d give it a try."
"Damn smart." I chuckled. "And you even managed to get us a discounted rate. I’m proud of you, chick. Keep polishing those skills; something tells me we’re going to need it a lot."
Cassidy had studied architecture and we’d met during shared classes at the University of Sydney. Although Cass and I were worlds apart, we’d bonded because we were part of only a handful of females in a class dominated by men. And we’d instantly clicked, in spite of our differences. It was a blessing, because we complemented one another’s strengths and weaknesses. Together we made a kickass team. We had one another’s backs, and to me that was a big deal.
She threw back her head and laughed. "No, silly, it's because the rental agent thought our Australian accents were cute that he decided to let us have the place."
"You reckon? I guess that played a small part. But mostly I think Mr. Garcia was smitten by you—"
"What I want is a real man, honey. One with deep pockets and an Ivy League education, who can keep me in the way I am accustomed to. Oh, and small dicks need not apply." Cassidy was a sex freak and a self declared nymphomaniac. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how we were going to live together in a confined space once she started bringing guys home.
As for me? I had no interest in sex or men. I was building my career so that I could earn a decent salary to take care of my mother. She had sacrificed a lot during the years to give me the best she could, and it was payback time. Since Mum had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a few months ago, it became imperative that I take care of her. I simply didn’t have time for romance, or anything else that might sidetrack me. I owed her that.
I cleared my throat. "Um, I was meaning to ask . . . Is it okay if I borrow your pretty white shirt? I can team it with my pencil skirt and pumps so that I’m presentable for my first day tomorrow." My cheeks burned as I waited for her reply. We’d never worn one another’s clothes because, well . . . mine were from cheap department stores, and hers from designer boutiques. On top of that she was tall and lean, and I was short and shapely, so I’d never be able to wear her pants or skirts anyway. Boob-wise we were equally well endowed, so I was sure her shirt would fit me.
"Of course you can, honey. Hang it in the bathroom so that the steam can get rid of the creases."
I let out a long breath. "Thanks, Cass. You’re a lifesaver."
She winked at me. "Keep your praise for when I really save your life by getting you laid . . . by a real man."
I laughed, shaking my head vigorously. "Not going to happen. Definitely not in the next six months."
Unless.
Unless I bumped into him . That stranger. I couldn’t get him out of my head. It was bizarre, but every time I closed my eyes, there he was, smiling, those green eyes boring into mine. I pressed my knees together to stop the dull ache in my core.
Luckily there was no chance in hell of that happening, so I was safe. And my rules were simple. No men. No sex. No relationships.
Easy.
DEBONAIR: PART 1 BY JANI KAY
4 - Tyler
Seriously pissed off, I slammed the phone down, then proceeded to pace the office while rubbing my temples. I’d developed the fucking headache from hell.
What the fuck had I been thinking, to agree to Chase’s request? I didn’t take on interns. Never have, and never will. They were a pain in the ass. I could do everything myself so much faster than explaining myself repeatedly to some dumb-wit.
Three weeks.
Fuck.
What I needed was sex. What I didn’t need was an intern.
My late nights at work had spoiled my chances of
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