Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I know you don’t think it’s funny.”
He grimaces. “This is probably a terrible idea because the two of you would kill each other. But I see your point, and it would be unfair of me not to let you try.”
“Any suggestions on how to win him over?”
“Appeal to his practicality. Make him feel like he’s getting a good deal. He’s a sucker for a bargain.”
I wait for him to laugh or tell me he’s joking, but he doesn’t. I’m sort of shocked. Tate makes a point to keep me away from Gannon because he says Gannon will hurt my feelings.
Maybe he realizes that the insurance business would hurt my feelings way more than his hunky brother.
“You’re really going to let me do this?” I ask. “You’re going to let me talk to Gannon?”
“Against my better judgment, I guess.”
“Eeek!”
My mind races again, this time with thoughts of negotiating with Gannon Brewer. The idea alone sets my body on fire. I take a long drink to try to cool myself down.
Six three. A wall of muscle. Dark, shiny hair and even darker eyes. He wears suits like they’re handcrafted just for him, and he smells like heaven. From afar, he looks like a gentleman. Up close, his smirk will melt you to your core. But it’s the wicked twinkle in his eye that makes you gasp, promising that behind that polished exterior is a damn good time.
If Gannon wasn’t my best friend’s brother and totally off-limits, I’d climb that man like a freaking tree.
I nearly pant thinking about it.
“I’ll call Kylie before you leave and see if you can swing by Gannon’s office or set up a meeting for later,” he says.
My cheeks ache from smiling. “You’re the best.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“I need to practice my pitch,” I say, feeling lighter than I have in weeks.
Still, my heart pounds.
I know Plantcy inside and out, and I know how to make it appealing to prospective clients. That’s not the problem. The problem is that he isn’t a random person on the street or a grandma in a bakery who loves her plants as much as I do. This is Gannon freaking Brewer. He’s the head of one of the biggest corporations in the country and, by all accounts, one tough businessman. Not to mention distractingly gorgeous …
I hop to my feet. “I’ll go outside, knock on your door, then come in and pretend to give you my spiel. You can give me tips.”
Tate rubs his forehead. “Yay.”
“I’ll be irresistible,” I say, moving to the door. “I just need to work out the kinks, and you know your brother better than anyone.”
I yank open the door and step forward—right into a six-foot-three wall of hard, broody businessman.
Crap.
Chapter Two
Carys
This can’t be happening.
Ribbons of grassy green matcha latte sail through the air in slow motion. They lift from my cup, bending gracefully toward Gannon Brewer as if they, too, are drawn to the man like a magnet.
“No,” I command as if I can stop the liquid midair. Why? Why did I bring this with me?
My eyes widen as I shove away from him, my fingers raking over his torso. I watch helplessly as my drink splashes across his jacket, pristine white shirt, and silky tie.
In the distance, Tate groans.
My heart pounds against my rib cage. I take a quick breath before beginning my apologies, hoping I haven’t already ruined my chances. But instead of clarity and pace, my senses are flooded with Gannon’s intoxicating cologne. It’s clean and fresh with a subtle woodsy vibe that hints at power and seduction.
Not helpful. I’m seduced.
The breath I worked so hard to draw in is quickly exhaled.
“In a hurry?” Gannon asks, his tone prickled with irritation. The richness, though, licks at my frazzled nerves.
I look up and gasp.
His eyes are the color of a midnight sky with the slightest twinkle of an erotic intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. Stubble dusts his cheeks, giving ruggedness to his polished look that makes my heart skip a beat. But the smirk—arrogant yet rogue and absolutely sexy—turns my knees to jelly.
“I’m sorry,” I say, watching one of his large hands flick the droplets from his clothes. “I didn’t see you.”
“That’s great for the ego.” He switches his attention to Tate. “Am I interrupting something important?”
Do something, Carys.
I glance over my shoulder. Tate’s head is tipped to the ceiling, and his hands are running over his face. Next to his elbow is a box of tissues. I grab a handful before he notices.
“Not that I give a shit,” Gannon huffs at Tate’s non-reply. “Jason said you’re flying to Portland on Friday. If so, I’ll postpone the operations meeting until next week. You need to be there.”
“Yeah, I’m going to Portland,” Tate says. “I don’t want to, but there’s a dinner on Friday night and a charity gala on Saturday hosted by our Arrows investors. It would be a bad look if none of us showed up.”