Mr. Big Shot: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (Kinda Cocky Book 1), стр. 7
“Well, the guy in the blazer and polo shirt is Brenden. I’d suggest you stay away from him. He trades in women more than he does his cars. And trust me, once you get to know him? That’s pretty often.”
I nodded slowly. “And the unimpressed man in the suit?”
“I’m assuming that’s Zane.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t know?”
She nodded. “He met in college. He’s Brenden’s older brother and business partner.”
“So, they’re gay.”
She laughed. “No, silly, they both work for a real estate something or other in the city.”
“Ah. So, they’re salesmen.”
“Essentially.”
Neither of them looked like any salesmen I’d ever seen before.
Brenden had hazel eyes that looked almost steel in quality. His smile was snake-like. As if it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His navy blazer looked weird with his khaki pants, and the light yellow polo shirt he wore significantly clashed with the dark brown loafers he was wearing. The man in the suit, however, was a different story. With a frown on his face and a furrow in his brow, his dark navy suit, tailored to his body, seemed to fit him perfectly. Broad shoulders gave into strong arms while his waist tapered and drifted into a sturdy set of legs. Both men easily stood above six feet. But, even with Zane looking down at his phone, he was taller than his brother.
The pearls on the man’s cufflinks kept catching the strobing lights, almost mesmerizing me as Roxy rubbed my back. His watch twinkled with diamonds. Or, at least what looked like diamonds. I saw Brenden nudge Zane, whose eyes whipped up from his phone. And when they caught mine, I held my breath.
Zane had the most amazing amber eyes I’d ever seen.
Suddenly, the girl’s plan to find me a man for the night went out the window.
Gotcha.
4
Zane
My fingers flew across my screen as I spoke into my Bluetooth headset. “Yes. Mhm. The property right next to it. Tell the seller I’ll offer twenty grand above his asking price if he keeps everything there. Yep. Everything. I’d like to put in paperwork to get it re-zoned as well.”
Brenden furrowed his brow. “What the hell are you doing?”
I held up my finger. “Yes. Perfect. Once you get all of that done, let me know. Uh-huh. Thanks.”
I hung up the phone call before finishing my text message. The leather seats beneath my ass kept reminding me of where I actually was. Not in my car, but in the back of Brenden’s. I didn't know why the hell he insisted on always being driven everywhere. I got the bulk of my peace during the week, driving around, listening to audiobooks I enjoyed.
Imagining myself living another kind of life.
Brenden ripped my phone out of my hand. “Will you put that down? We’re almost there?”
I slowly looked over at him. “Give it back. Now.”
“You’re not going to work all night. We’re supposed to be having fun.”
I held out my hand. “Don’t make me ask again.”
“Are you always on this thing because it makes you less nervous?”
“Why in the world would I be nervo...” Then, it hit me. “Don’t,” I said.
Brenden palmed his hair. “Zane. You have to move past this. It was an accident.”
I glared at him. “You’ve got ten seconds to give me my damn phone, or I’m smoking you out of the company.”
“You don't have to get so dramatic, you workaholic.”
I took my phone back. “Besides. The reason why I don’t go out with you is because it’s not as much fun as it used to be.”
“I’d be hurt if I actually thought that was the reason.”
“Suit yourself. I have another call coming in, though. So, hold on to your panties.” I stuck my Bluetooth back in my ear and took the call, even though Brenden huffed like a disappointed wife right next to me.
I didn’t care, though. Work had to get done, and since he decided to jet off to new places every month with his flavor of the week, that left me behind to do all the heavy lifting. And while I paid myself very well because of it, the money didn’t erase what I truly wanted.
Though, I’d never have it now.
“We’re here, Zane. Can you at least put it up now?”
I held up my finger again. “Uh-huh. Thanks for that. Yep. Invoice me for overtime, too. I know this was inconvenient. Gotta go. I’ll get it paid in the morning.”
I took the Bluetooth out of my ear, but text messages kept rolling through. I knew I was pissing Brenden off, but I didn’t care. One of us had to work to keep this business afloat. I slid mindlessly out of the car behind him and followed him into the club. The dry ice and fog around me didn’t deter me one bit. I had been fighting back and forth with a prospective client all day. Apparently, they thought that utilizing our services meant they could run the entire show. And while I was usually okay with letting clients run themselves into the ground before we swept in to clean up the mess for double the price, I didn’t want to do that this time.
I wanted that damn property space, and I’d get it.
One way or another.
The booming music and boosted bass made me wrinkle my nose. The way everyone laughed and cheered and tossed back drinks made me want to invest in a set of noise-canceling headphones and a raincoat. The place smelled of cheap booze, loose women, and sweaty ball-sack. A less than tantalizing smell when I wanted to wind down and have a bit of fun.
Something I knew how to do.
Just not to Brenden’s standards.
I heard a girl squeal, and I lifted my head. I looked around, now realizing we had come up to a second-floor balcony. I studied the girl Brenden wrapped his arms around before looking back down at my phone, trying not to judge my own surroundings. I mean, I didn’t want to