“Poker? I’m here because of poker? A stupid game of poker,” she muttered under her breath.
Drew shook his head. “Jesus, Hunt. Do you have to be an ass from the get-go?” He traded seats so he could sit next to Alison. Drew seemed to be the more level-headed one between the two.
“Hunter and I are business partners. Co-CEOs to be exact.”
“I know all about HiTech Global. I hate to admit it, but I used to study your graphic arts department.” She bit her tongue. She had studied more than their graphics, but that was a secret she had to keep.
“Really?”
Alison nodded. “I said I used to.” That was in the past.
Drew bit the inside of his cheek and turned toward Hunter. “What’s your background Alison?”
“Are you saying you didn’t get a bid sheet on me?” she mocked.
“I was hoping for something more personal than that.”
“I’m Leo Rossi’s cousin,” she answered reluctantly.
“No, not that. What are you interests? Skills? Did you go to college? Tell us something about yourself.”
T
he wine made her feel fiercer than she actually was. The adrenaline had started to fade and she was nervous. She didn’t know if she could handle these two tycoons.
“Yes I graduated the top of my class with a visual arts degree. Why? Are you trying to figure out if that deducts points because I might have operating brain cells? Does that intimidate you?”
Drew pressed his lips together. “No. I like a smart woman.” He rubbed his chin. “I thought you might be interested in a job while you are here.”
Hunter leaned forward. “Drew, we haven’t discussed this. What did you have in mind?”
The men turned toward each other. “We need an artist to design the logo and complete the interface for the Rockans Foundation,” Drew answered.
“But that’s a high-level campaign. I’ve been considering candidates for weeks. It’s the pinnacle of the Vegas launch.”
Alison leaned back in her chair while they discussed her. It was no different than Leo.
“She’s here. She has a degree. I think we could use a fresh take on the art,” Drew argued.
“This isn’t the type of project that can be completed in thirty days. It’s our cornerstone.”
Drew smiled. “Perhaps, she’s the type of artist who would like the challenge and would stay beyond the requirement.”
His sapphire eyes landed on hers and her heart stilled. As much as she had tried to be unaffected by them, it wasn’t working.
“I never agreed to any of this.”
Drew exhaled. “I’m trying to make this worth your while. Hunter is right. The art director for this campaign should be a seasoned expert. Someone with years of experience in the industry. Honestly, I think it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for someone without those credentials. Why not take the job for the next month and see what you can do with it?”
“Are you serious?” She cocked her head sidewise. “You’re trying to sugarcoat this with a job offer?”
Hunter smirked. “I’d take it sweetheart. Drew is being more than generous.”
“Right. Of course.” She settled into the chair. “Just tell me. Along with the art, what do I have to do to get your trust so I can leave when I want? Daily blowjobs? Would that work?”
Hunter leaned forward. “You are our guest. You are our travel companion. And we will never order or ask you for anything sexual. Is that understood?”
She noticed how his neck tensed. The easy smile he had faded.