[Cole]
Upon returning to find me after getting Brianna settled, Harmon moped about us having to give up our cabin to help her save face.
"Why should we slum it with the riff raff because she got herself involved in an indecent exposure scandal?" my unusually snobbish Executive Assistant complained.
"Because I want to get laid. It is as simple as that," I said coyly as we settled into our new seats alongside our guests.
"Does that mean you are reconsidering hiring the talentless young lady? Mr. Hunter, with all due respect, hiring her for the Hunter Airlines campaign is a PR disaster in the making," he assessed, ever the pragmatist.
"Did we make the offer to her agency?" I asked, unperturbed.
He should know by now I was all about playing in grey areas.
"Yes, moments before the scandal went viral unfortunately. Offers can be rescinded, Cole," Harmon said blankly. "You should have seen the look on her face when I took her to our cabin. For my money, there is no lookalike. This is a desperate attempt from Star Agency to save face."
"As long as the press says the nudes are not hers, as far as I am concerned, they are not. She is hot and I am on vacation. We can not take back our offer now. What if she is a good fuck and I want another go at her after we head back to LA?" I jested, much to Harmon's annoyance.
"Unlikely, Mr. Hunter. She could be Aphrodite and you would still toss her aside after one fuck," Harmon said drily, but he let the matter die.
My reputation preceded me. I was that guy. One night stands were all I left in my wake. That and checks with many zeroes on them. Still, my obsession with this one night stand ran deep.
"I am not throwing in the towel until my dick has been inside her. Rescind the offer if she lets me fuck her on Cupid's Isle. Deal?" I said nonchalantly.
I was not really asking, but I did value my sanity. My best friend would not abate if he thought the company was headed for trouble.
"Certainly, Mr. Hunter," he said with a nod of satisfaction.
That was ten hours ago. We arrived and welcomed our guests without too much drama a mere hour ago. I was already seeking her out in the restaurant anyway. If Harmon weren't off running errands, he'd know the deal was off.
"And that's ten," I said, approaching the girl by the bar as she laid an empty shot glass down next to nine others, having charmed the bartender into allowing her to do this.
Girl was the wrong word for her, wasn't it?
"The drinks or the men?" she slurred with a cheeky smirk.
I returned the light, flirtatious smile with one of my own. She knew that I'd been watching her. Other women approached me all night long, but I couldn't stop fixating on her. So much for subtlety.
One look at Brianna Chase and I knew I would fuck her. When she landed on my list of potential guests this year, I took it as a sign. Her reputation said she was an easy lay. The way she shot men down left and right all night had me thinking I had been lied to.
"Do you like what you see?" she forged on, turning her body towards me.
I let my gaze take a long, slow look at everything that was presented to me. Her legs went on forever. She had an hourglass figure and a sea of red went down her back. Her iconic face was that of a goddess'. She dismissed nine men already tonight. Were they watching us like I watched them? Or had they found a way to drag their eyes away from her?
"I wouldn't have been watching all night if I didn't," I admitted, smoothly gliding into the stool beside her.
She bit the corner of her lip, little sparks of desire lighting up her grey eyes.
"Hey gorgeous," she said, clumsily motioning with her index finger for me to lean in.
Wondering how much of her confidence came from the tequila and how much of it was real, I did as she wanted and let her draw me in. My gaze followed her finger as it landed on my lower lip. Her gaze lingered on mine, captivating me.
Manwhore that I was, she shouldn't have had my heartbeat picking up speed so easily and yet she did. She hadn't spent this much time on the last guy. Her finger traced my lips as she debated what to do with her latest plaything. Emboldened by her touch, I took her hand into both of mine and gingerly sucked her finger into my mouth.
Surprise and excitement collided on her face as my tongue swirled round and round her digit.
"Charmed, Miss Brianna Chase," I returned, dragging her finger out of my mouth.
She was startled at the pop of her finger leaving my lips, but was quick to compose herself and yank her hand away.
"Brianna Chase. That's me. You know my name," she said, looking down and smoothing out her skirt as though to compose herself before looking back up at me.
The mood shifted. The spell was broken. Something heavy clung to the air between us. Did I say something wrong?
"Who doesn't, right? Brianna Chase, up and coming model of the hour. Caught your big break when you debuted at fashion week in Milan two years ago. Beyond that, and your talent of course—" I gave her a quick once over again. "The world seems to know precious little about you."
Harmon called her talentless, but I swear she had her moments. Like when we first locked eyes in Milan. She was pure grace and perfect poise on the runway. I was probably just another pair of eyes in the crowd, but she stood out to me.
"So much for peace and quiet," sh
e mumbled irritably, giving me whiplash.
Weren't we just flirting?