Chapter One
"Seven women from my spin class," Taylor said, as she poured herself a glass of wine from the decanter on Megan's coffee table. "Seven. No, actually, wait, I forgot one. Eight. Eight of the women who took a flyer said that they're coming to the contest on Wednesday. Girlfriend, you're a genius. Either that, or Parker Manning is too gorgeous to be true."
"Why can't it be both?" Megan asked, feeling more than a little giddy at hearing how well her marketing idea had gone over. "I'm a certified promo guru, and Parker is sin personified. Because honestly, that man is a walking, talking orgasm. And you know what they say..."
"Sex sells?" Taylor asked.
"Abso-freaking-lutely."
The contest in question was the Man of the Month calendar contest, a bi-weekly event wherein local guys trotted across the stage--usually shirtless--to the applause and cheers of the bar patrons, most of whom tended to be female on contest nights.
So far, The Fix had crowned Mr. January all the way through to Mr. May, and the Mr. June contest was scheduled for Wednesday, just three short days away. Right before the last contest, Megan had come up with the idea of not only promoting the contest, but of promoting the men who were entering, the idea being that the entrants would share the fliers with friends and family to drum up more interest. And if any local celebrities were entered, that would start even more buzz.
Since the flyer had been her idea--and since she'd told two of her bosses, Tyree and Jenna, that they needed to ramp up the celebrity and sex appeal of the entrants--Megan had made it her mission to recruit guys into the contest who were well-known in the city or looked exceptionally hot without a shirt.
She was still working on convincing Matthew Herrington, a local gym owner, but she'd hit pay dirt with Parker Manning. The heir to a Texas oil fortune, Parker had the face of a movie star and the body of a Greek god. The kind of guy who looked like sex on a stick in jeans and a T-shirt, and sensuality personified in a suit or a tux. She'd never actually seen him shirtless, but she had no doubt that he would rock the world of every woman on the premises when he paraded across that stage come Wednesday.
Getting him had been a coup, but their overlapping history had undoubtedly helped. He'd been living in LA around the same time that Megan had been working as a make-up artist out there, and he'd run in the same circle as Carlton-the-prick and some of Megan's wealthier clients. They'd met a couple of times, and Parker had even asked her out once, but since she'd just started dating Carlton at the time, she'd turned him down.
When she learned that he'd moved back home to Austin--and, in fact, had bought a penthouse condo within walking distance of The Fix--Megan had known it was serendipity and had announced to her friends at the bar that she was going to recruit Parker Manning.
Everyone had been dubious. After all, Parker might be stunningly gorgeous with a reputation as a player, but he didn't seek out the spotlight. "I knew him in high school," Brooke Hamlin had told her. "And I just don't see it. Not because he's shy, but because he was always the guy who didn't have to put himself out there, you know?"
Actually, Megan did know. The Parker she'd known in LA exuded a cold, quiet confidence. As if he knew exactly who he was and didn't have any need to prove anything to anybody. A guy like that probably wouldn't want his face plastered on a bar flyer.
But then again, he was a local, and they did have a connection, and it wouldn't hurt to ask. So she had.
Not directly, of course. She'd approached him through his assistant, asking permission to use one of the pictures on Parker's Wikipedia page--a shot of him looking drop-dead gorgeous at a charity event. She'd also made sure that the assistant knew to mention to Parker that he'd known Megan in LA. She hadn't let herself get her hopes up, especially not after Brooke's revelation had support
ed her own assessment of the man, and so she'd been completely flabbergasted when he'd agreed within less than twenty-four hours.
The success had stoked her confidence, and after a wild happy dance through her condo, she'd gotten back to work with a vengeance. Thanks to Parker, she'd lined up the rest of the men and had the flyers printed in record time.
"You have more flyers, right?" Taylor asked. "I'll take them to class in the morning and bring you the leftovers at the bar tomorrow night."
A graduate student in the drama department at the University of Texas, Taylor was not only a regular at The Fix on Sixth, she worked there on Wednesday nights when she stage-managed the actual contest.
"I do," Megan said, hopping up, then crossing to her desk--although it wasn't actually her desk since she was subletting the condo for six months, and getting a reduced rate since part of the deal involved pet-sitting two cats and three aquariums of exotic fish.
She'd ordered the first box of two hundred flyers three days ago, and already they were gone, picked up in various coffee shops, tacked to local bulletin boards, and circulated among the college sororities.
She hadn't expected them to go that fast, and so she'd gone back to the printer for two more boxes, one of which she now carried over to Taylor.
"Ta-da!" she said. "Plaster the town my friend."
Taylor took off the lid, and pressed her hand over Parker, who wore a tux and looked deliciously sexy in a James Bond sort of way. "Just give me a minute to soak up the awesome."
Megan rolled her eyes. "You know, the other guys aren't too shabby. I think we're probably giving them a complex." The flyer displayed the images of twelve hot men surrounding the logo for The Fix. Parker was only one-twelfth of the whole.
"Are you kidding?" Taylor shot back. "They're ridiculously excellent. If Parker wasn't in the mix, it would be a hard choice. But that boy's not only going to win, he's going to drive serious traffic to the bar. And then down the road he's going to sell a lot of calendars."
Since Megan couldn't disagree, she didn't. "Cheers to me," she said instead, clinking her glass with Taylor's before taking another sip.
"You know, if we're going to drink, we really should head to the bar. Mina's going to come down and meet us," she added.
Megan and Taylor had met at The Fix a few weeks after Megan had moved to Austin from Los Angeles, and they'd become good friends after they started running together while training for a 5K with the third in their trio, Mina.
"Mina may be coming tonight, but she's not coming for us." Mina's boyfriend, Cam, was covering for one of the weekend bartenders. "Besides," Megan added, "Griffin's going to come with us." She glanced at the time on her phone and frowned. "He should be here by now."
"All right, seriously. What's the deal with you two? I mean, you're totally sleeping together, right?"
"No!" Megan said. "We're just really good friends."
"Uh-huh," Taylor said, standing up and swinging her purse over her shoulder. "How about I head on to The Fix, and I'll meet you two there in a little bit."