Beck shrugs. “Some of us are late bloomers.”
Isn’t that the truth? Beck was small and skinny well into his teens, making him a constant target for bullying. At least until his tormentors realized he had an older brother who was bigger, tougher, and protective as hell. Eventually Beck grew into his own, but that was after he started studying martial arts.
Beck takes a long pull on his beer, then asks, “How’s the Val social coming along?”
“Good.” I shrug. What else is there to say? Scarlett is a rock star. She finalized the caterers, entertainment, and decor earlier this week. All the planning is done and ten days from now, the event will go off without a hitch.
Let’s hope we can say the same about the Epos launch.
“Just good?” Miles narrows his eyes, giving me a shrewd look. “With all the time you two have spent planning it, I expect better than good.”
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was worried about Scarlett falling behind on her work, but there’s no chance of that happening. Scarlett is the most efficient assistant in the executive suite. She could run circles around Jonathan and Rebecca with her eyes closed.
Who are you kidding? She could lap them—twice.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. The Valentine’s social will be the most incredible party Triada has ever hosted,” I say with false enthusiasm. “Satisfied?”
Miles scoffs. “Not even close. Scarlett said you’ve been meeting twice a week. What the hell do you even do with all that time?”
“Stuff.”Fuck. What’s with all the questions? In the last three weeks he hasn’t shown a single iota of interest in the Valentine’s social. Well, aside from busting my balls. Why is he suddenly so interested in my working relationship with Scarlett?
Quit being so paranoid. He can’t possibly know you had sex with her.
He’d probably kick my ass if he ever found out. Even in his bachelor days, Miles had known better than to dip his wick in the office talent pool.
“What kind of stuff?” he asks, unrelenting.
So much for a beer and a break.
I shrug. “We discuss food and photo booths. Party stuff.”
“Are you sure that’s all you’re doing?” he counters, earning a snort of laughter from Beck.
My pulse quickens. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He knows. He goddamn knows.
Not possible.
I take a casual sip of my beer. The citrus flavor sours on my taste buds, and my attention slides from Miles to Beck and back again. They’re up to something.
“I think you have a thing for Scarlett.” Miles smirks. “And since I’m the head of HR, I’m going to need full disclosure. We have forms and whatnot to fill out.”
“A thing?” I echo, stalling for time. “What are we, twelve?”
He makes a dismissive hand gesture. “Admit it. You’re attracted to her.”
I’m not about to lie to my brothers, and since I can’t deny it, I dodge. “I don’t know what gave you that idea, but I can assure you our working relationship is strictly professional.”
Outside of work hours, however, is a different story.
It might be just sex, but it’s damn good sex. And if I have my way, it’ll happen again. Soon.
“Relax.” Beck gives me a slow once-over, brow furrowed in concentration. “I don’t think Nick is Scarlett’s type.”
The fuck? What’s that supposed to mean?
Irritation creeps up my spine. What exactly does he think Scarlett’s type is? And how does he know?
