I’m not giving up. I want you in my bed, Chastity. You belong with me. Nothing else matters.
* * * *
Nash and Riker entered the back room at The Phantom nightclub. It was owned and operated by two of their buddies, Jett and Flynn Greyson. They shook hands with their other friends.
“Heard you guys are finally cleaning up house,” Emerson Pierce stated as he shook Riker’s hand.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Riker took a seat at the poker table.
“I heard that Colt Morgan and his staff were doing the job,” Emerson’s best friend Stone Ryder said.
“Sure did. They’re the best around and came highly recommended,” Nash replied then gave a smile to Flynn.
“How’s it working out with Chastity?” Jett asked, just as Riker tossed a jalapeno popper into his mouth.
“Damn, these are good.” Riker took a sip from the beer he brought in with him.
“Chastity came up with those. A personal recipe. You know, a sweet, crispy coating on the outside, and a warm, spicy center on the inside. Sound familiar?” Flynn asked then winked.
“Who’s this Chastity?” Zane Heston asked.
“Yeah, sounds intriguing, Riker,” Cash Corbin added then dealt out the cards as they all gathered around the table.
“She’s assisting with the rebirth of The Jewelry Box,” Nash stated then leaned back in his chair.
“Oh, a rebirth, huh?” Emerson teased.
Riker shook his head, and Nash smirked.
It never got old, messing around with these guys. They were their best friends, all knowing one another since grade school, or in the field as agents.
Cash and Zane owned and operated numerous security firms and also bought out companies and rebuilt them from the inside out. Like the rest of them at the table, Cash and Zane were billionaires.
Hudson and Jagger were like Nash and Riker. They were twins and worth billions. They lived on the wild side and never took anything seriously, except when their friends were in trouble or in need. They were family. They were also two of the biggest men Nash knew. They were about the same height as Nash, but built like football players. They were quite intimidating.
“So, are you both sleeping with her yet?” Stone asked as he placed the first bet down on the table.
Stone and Emerson were best friends and complete opposites. Stone lived on the wild side and didn’t care about anyone’s opinion or point of view. His best friend, Emerson, was more discreet. He was usually there to pick Stone up after one of his crazy stunts that, more often than not, got Stone in a heap of trouble.
“No. She’s very nice and very professional,” Nash replied.
“What does she look like?” Stone asked.
Jett pulled out his cell phone. He scrolled the screen then handed his phone over to Stone.
“Holy fuck. Listen, guys, I’ll be more than happy to stop by this week and perhaps see how the renovations are coming along,” Stone said as he stared at the screen and licked his lips.
“She is one fine-looking woman. You say the name is ‘Chastity,’ huh?” he teased. Then Zane pulled the phone from him.
Nash listened to their comments, their whistles, and their compliments on how sexy and beautiful the woman was.
“She’s a perfectionist, Stone, so you wouldn’t get along with her,” Riker added.
“She’s uptight, huh? There’s ways to deal with that. You know, loosen her up,” Jagger added, and they laughed.
“She’s not like that. Let’s just hope this process goes smoothly, and we have a better place to show for it when all is done,” Nash added.
“And perhaps a woman in your bed to share,” Zane replied.