He knew this stuff.They hadn’t been part of each other’s lives then, yet looking back, tangentially, they’d been so close.
“Is that why you weren’t friendly with the Raiths?Whey is your main competitor, right?”
“Ha,” he said on a kind of huffed breath.“Mine?No.Let’s not get the wires crossed here, baby.CollCom and WheyMC are often chowing from the same trough…”
“But…?”
“My name is Camden Collier.I am a Collier.A CollCom Collier, yes.But I’m not one of those Colliers, I’m not a ‘Collier.’”
“Okay.”Thank you for making absolutely zero sense.“You’re… adopted… or mutated?”
He laughed.“Not exactly.”
“Did you divorce your parents?”
“Now that would make headlines.”It sure would.“I have as much pull as my brothers, in the family, but if you want a deal done or to leverage one thing for another… You owe me, I owe you, all that inside-outside politicking crap?Yeah, you’ve got the wrong Collier.You want Casp for that.”
“Interesting.I love some good politicking.Is he celibate too?”
“Not last I heard,” he admitted, his brows rising.“It’s not catching; you forget how much time I spend around Noble?”
“So how about you slip me Casp’s number?”
“Good luck getting him out the office… or to remember your name.”
“A touch of the whoreness about him, huh?You have another one, right?Brother?One last contender?”
“Knox?Just missed him.Sorry.He got married a couple of months ago,” he said.“And the idiot’s faithful.Nauseatingly so.Not his fault.She’s a sweetheart, you couldn’t hate her if you tried.”
“Damn.”She squeezed closer.“Guess I’m stuck with the man who’s faithful to his chastity.”
“Guess you are.”
“That’s okay.I’d rather have the saint than the whore.”The body heat, the beat of his sure heart.The way his breath warmed her hair… Shit.A hug was turning her on.“The saints will always confess and my vibrator’s all the whore I need.”
“Mm.Next time you spend the night, you can prove that.”
“Oh, and how would I do that, Mr.Collier?”
“I’m a great audience.”
“Shame I’m not a quiet performer.”
“Raise the roof, baby, I’ll build you another one.”
She pouted.“But I’ll get wet.”
“That’s the idea, Candy.”
“You fill your house with people.”
“Can empty it too,” he said.“Want to go upstairs?”
To his family and the people or all the way up to the third?Dirty minds belonged in the gutter, not flying high in the billionaire’s loft.
“Is it rude if we stay down here and avoid the crowd for a minute?”
“I didn’t even know they were coming.If anyone’s been rude today…”
