Declan says something, and Viviana thanks him. “Love you.” She hangs up and looks at me; her eyes widen. “You’re blushing.”
“What?” I turn to the mirror on her wall. “No, I am not.” But I am, damn it.
“Flynn’s club, Teine, is perfect. It has the exact vibe you just described.” She turns back to her computer and starts typing.
My legs go a little wobbly. Flynn Brady. There is something about him that makes me blush every single time. He’s as tall as Declan, broad, with tattoos that peek from under his sleeves on those very expensive tailored suits. He’s always polite but seems to keep his distance from me; I don’tthink he likes me much. I’m not the kind of woman he’s used to being around.
“Are you hearing me?” Viviana snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Yes, sorry.” I look up; her monitor faces me again with pictures of the nightclub.
“See: leather couches, red walls, steel pipes and concrete beams.” She keeps scrolling. Damn it, she’s right; the club is perfect.
“The stylist only has the models tomorrow for three hours. Can you do it?” She turns the monitor back to her and keeps typing.
“Yes, no problem. I have the hotel shoot, but that’s at sunset to catch the view.” I unlock my phone and check my diary.
“Oh shit, you’ll have to go without me, Autumn. I’ve got a meeting for that new restaurant by the docks.” She leans toward the screen, annoyed she can’t come. “You don’t mind, right? You already know Flynn.”
I stare, trying to hide the shock. “You can’t come? Can’t we do it another day?”
She shakes her head. “Unfortunately it’s urgent. There’s an event this weekend, and he got a last-minute slot, so he needs the pictures ready so the new collection is live on the site.”
Oh, damn it.
I nod, but I see the amusement on her face and roll my eyes. “You know I’m not comfortable around men, especially men like…” I wave my hand.
“Flynn? Declan? Kian?” she teases with a big grin.
“Yes, exactly like that: grumpy and mean-looking.” I bite my lip; the thought of hours in a club owned by Flynn makes my skin prickle.
“Well, I promise he won’t bite…much.” She laughs, leaning over her desk.
“Thanks for that.” I slump back on the couch. “It’s fine; he probably won’t even be there.”
She stops laughing and stares at me. Her mouth opens, then she turns back to the computer as though she was going to say something and stopped herself.
“What?” I ask, leaning in and tugging her arm.
“Nothing, but I’ll bet Flynn will be there. He—” She pauses and locks eyes with me.
“He what, Viviana?” I lean closer; my breathing speeds up.
“He likes you.” She says it softly, and I burst out laughing.
Her eyebrows shoot up. “What the hell, Autumn?”
“No, no—I’m sorry.” I can’t stop laughing. “Flynn? Likes me?” I keep laughing, clutching my stomach to stop my muscles from spasming. “He barely says a word to me.” I wipe at my eyes. Viviana just keeps staring.
“We’ll see who’s right.” She shrugs and leans back, still watching me.
“I doubt a man like Flynn… he is what, thirty-six? Rich, gorgeous, would like a twenty-four-year-old virgin photographer.”
“Virgin?” Viviana stands up, and I freeze. Oops. It slipped out.
“Hmm, yeah.” My face goes hot, sweat prickling my palms. “I just never had the opportunity. It’s not that important.”
Viviana looks at me like I’m breakable, like I’m in danger. “Autumn. I shouldn’t have made all those sex jokes! Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
