Wild Sexy Thing (Wild Sexy 1)

“Has it happened yet for you?” He was peering over at me, seemingly very interested in my career while I was preoccupied with mentally undressing him.

I shook my head slowly. “No, not yet. We haven’t ever published a big hit, just a few small successes, being a small press and all.”

He nodded. “At least you have that to look forward to—finding your once-in-a-lifetime big hit.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “How about you—what do you do all day in such a lovely suit?”

He grinned boyishly. “I’m an investor. What I do is mostly identifying promising ventures, supporting them, and hopefully reaping rewards a few months or years down the road.”

“You make it sound easy.”

He laughed. “I suppose it’s a different kind of hard from slogging through piles of manuscripts every day.”

“I guess.” I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t get to make the final decisions though, so I don’t feel as bad about rejecting people’s work.”

He chuckled. In the silence that followed, I snuck a glance at him. He was leaning back in his seat, his face turned at a slight angle toward the window. I found myself admiring his features again, the thick waves of his hair, the sculpted lines of his face, the slight curve of his lips.

I’d checked the distance to our destination on my maps app and knew exactly how long it would take, almost an hour with no traffic. It would be nearly an hour spent in close proximity with this man who made me want to toss caution to the wind and let him screw my brains out.

“Now what are you thinking with an expression like that?”

He’d turned in my direction and caught me staring, and I flushed, sure he knew exactly what was going through my mind.

“An expression like what?” I asked innocently.

“Fierce.”

Fierce lust, I qualified silently. “Nothing,” I lied softly. “I’m not thinking anything at all.”

Chapter Three

The event was already underway when we arrived. It was a shared exhibition in a trendy new gallery with two other artists also showing their work. The turnout was impressive, and Amy was bursting with excitement.

“You guys are here!” she exclaimed over the soft classical music when she saw Jason and me. She was practically bouncing up and down. “Come, come, this is so surreal.”

She led us through a crowd of people to where a tall man with short sandy hair was waiting in front of one of her portraits. He turned as we approached and his face lit up in a lopsided smile. I heard Amy catch her breath beside me.

“Guys, you’ve met Colin. Colin, you remember my brother and my roommate.”

“Jason and Daphne,” he said in a smooth British accent. He took my hand then Jason’s. “Though I wouldn’t exactly say we met.”

Amy was glowing, and Jason looked from her to Colin, his eyebrows raised. “Yeah, it seemed my sister was in a bit of a rush the other night.”

“With good reason,” Amy said, making a face at him.

Colin looked puzzled. I shrugged. “Sibling squabbles,” I said with a small smile. “I hear they’re healthy, though I wouldn’t know.”

“I’m also an only child,” Colin said. “I used to wish dearly for a sibling.”

“Aren’t you lucky your wishes didn’t come true,” Jason said. “Amy has been nothing but trouble since my dad made me hold her at the hospital and she smiled her toothless baby smile at me.”

“You love me,” Amy said.

“I do.”

“Well, it is great to finally meet you Jason,” Colin said, taking advantage of the momentary truce. “Amy thinks the world of you.”

Amy wrinkled her nose. “No, I don’t.”