Marquetta followed their line of sight, and Jensen noticed her rolling her eyes. “I’ve got this, guys.” When they didn’t budge, her voice turned angry and she threw her hands in the air. “Seriously?”
After a few more seconds of icy stares, the two men disappeared into a back room. Jensen quirked a brow at Marquetta. “Family of yours?”
“My brothers,” she answered as she picked up a three-ring binder and handed it to him. “Ignore them. I do.”
“I’m guessing they’re a mite protective.” Jensen opened the black folder and saw a photo of a purple Harley Davidson with an intricate design of a woman painted across it. He flipped through page after page of photos, all showcasing Marquetta’s skill. “Damn, these are really good.”
She smiled and blushed a little. She was cute as hell and obviously took great pride in her work. “Thank you,” she said. “So, what do you have in mind for yours?”
He handed the binder to Jason. “I wanted something along the lines of a black falcon,” Jensen replied. “Maybe surrounded by flames or something like that.”
“Hm, okay.” She tucked her hands in her back pockets. “I can work up a few sketches and text them to you if you want, then we can go from there.”
Jensen tried—and failed—not to look at her breasts pressed so enticingly to her shirt. Jesus, get a grip. “Yeah, uh, sounds good to me. I’m not in a hurry for it to be finished, but I rode it here, if you want me to leave it.”
She leaned one curvy hip against the workbench, and Jensen wished like hell he had the right to reach out and hold her against him instead of the damn bench. “I have a few things lined up,” Marquetta said, “but I could probably get started the early part of next week.”
“Great,” he said as he glanced over at Jason. “There’s one other thing I’d like to talk to you about.”
“Oh?”
“My brother and I are starting our own business together, and we want you to do the logo for it.” He pointed to the binder Jason held in his hands. “You clearly have an amazing talent here. The way I see it, with you on our side, Man-Maid will be a surefire success.”
“While I appreciate your confidence in my ability, Jensen, my plate is already pretty full. But I can recommend someone, if you want. There are others more than capable. You won’t be left disappointed.”
Marquetta watched in dismay as Jensen shook his head, his spine going rigid. “Nope. It’s you or we won’t have a logo. It’s that simple.”
“You can’t be serious?” She was flabbergasted. Honored, but literally at a loss. As it was, she’d be working overtime. Adding Jensen’s motorcycle design and his new business logo to her plate would certainly put her over the top.
She glared at Jensen, then turned her anger on his brother. “Don’t just stand there, talk some sense into him.”
Jason held up both hands. “I know my brother. He’s serious. Besides, I’m in complete agreement.” He waved the binder at her and said, “You’re amazing.”
Marquetta let out a heavy breath and ignored the nagging feeling she was getting in way over her head with the pair of them. “Fine, you’ve got yourself a graphic designer,” she said as she forced a cheerful grin.
Jensen’s handsome face lit up as if pleased as punch. “Now that’s the best news I’ve had all day.”
“Whoa, don’t get carried away. You still haven’t told me what this new business venture is.”
“Man-Maid is a cleaning service comprised of all men. Our tagline is, We Polish It Until It Shines.”
Her lips twitched. “Are you playing with me?”
Jensen chuckled. “Nope, I’m dead serious.”
“So, you’re planning to dish up a little sex appeal with your furniture-polishing skills?”
“That’s about the shape of it, yeah.”
“And do you have any ideas for this logo?”
“Something…a little different, I think. We want to set Man-Maid apart from your average cleaning service.”
“What my brother is trying to say is that we want to give women what they really want.” He winked, and Marquetta was struck by how alike the two brothers were. “Think Hooters, only flipped around.”
Marquetta’s mind had already begun spinning with possibilities. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but with your good looks, I imagine women are going to be lining up to hire you two,” she said with total honesty, already working things out in her head. “Today’s working women don’t have time to get out a bucket of hot, soapy water. Hiring help makes a lot of sense. As a matter of fact, I might just hire your services myself.”
Jason raised a hand. “I volunteer.” Jensen punched him in the arm and glared. Jason cleared his throat and said, “Uh, I meant to say I volunteer Man-Maid for the job.”