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The bartender finishes making my second martini and slides it over to me. I hand over my card, but the man shakes his head and points to a guy at the end of the bar. “He took care of it.” I smile and lift my drink to him. He lifts two fingers off the bar and grins. He’s attractive, and I’m a buzzed birthday girl.
He leaves his chair and strides toward the one Micky was sitting in a moment ago. I glance up at Cam, his eyes are on the man walking toward me. His gaze meets mine, and he shakes his head. I roll my eyes.What’s his problem?A strange woman puts her arms around Camden, and he shakes her off. He told me I should meet new people, so that’s what I’m doing.
“Hi,” the deep voice says beside me.
“Hi, I’m Jordan.”
“Brett.”
“Thank you for the drink,” I say, raising the stemmed martini glass. I can feel Cam’s glower from here. It makes my skin hot. Out the corner of my eye I see him advancing toward me.
“You’re welcome. So what do you do for a living?”
Why is that always the first thing people ask?
“I’m a contract manager.” I’m not used to saying unemployed yet.
Camden’s cologne wafts from behind me. He’s practically breathing down my neck.
“Where at?”
A woman squeals behind me on my left.“Banks. Long time. Wanna buy me a drink?”
“Maybe some other time,” he grumbles. It’s unpleasant to think of him with other women, but he saidsome other time, rather thanno. It’s another reminder that he’s a forever playboy. The last thing I need is to get involved with someone like him in the spotlight who can’t handle temptation.
I bring my focus back to the guy in front of me.
“I was at H&H Holdings, but I’m looking for something new.”
He nods. “I’ve heard some funny things are going on over there lately. I’m over at Wrenbury.” It’s another equity firm in the area. Not nearly as big as H&H, but they have a reputation for having strong ethics.
Camden puts his arm around me and holds his hand out to the guy. “Camden Teller.”
The man I’m talking to stares at him for a moment and reluctantly takes his hand. “Brett Anderson.”
I shrug off his arm, and Brett looks at me with his head turned slightly away, like he’s unsure of what’s going on. His guess is as good as mine. “Camden is a friend,” I say, for the hundredth time tonight.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Cam says, taking my hand and pulling me off my barstool.
What the fuck?
“Don’t worry, I’ll return her to you shortly,” he growls at Brett, who’s probably thinking I’m more trouble than I’m worth.
Camden leads me to where the rest of the team sits, he has them move out, so we can slide to the center of the large U-shaped booth.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap, under my breath. “You said you wanted me to meet people!”
His voice drops, and he speaks against my neck. “I was talking about the WAGs. I didn’t teach you how to give a blowjob so you could go practice on somebody else.”
“Actually, that’s exactly what you were doing, whether you realized it or not.”
“You know that wasn’t my intention.”
“I don’t mindsharing,” I sneer.
“Oh, you want to be shared, now?”
I shrug. “He might be into it, should I ask him?”
