“About what?”
“About the sexy wedding planner.” He smiled. “She called me last night.”
I refuse to believe that.
“I see…” I crossed my arms. “What did she call to talk about?”
“How much she wants to ride my dick.”
“You could at least make it sound believable,” I said. “She’s not that forward.”
“How would you know?”
“I just do…”
“Then next time she calls, I’ll record it so you can hear how filthy her mouth is and just how badly she was begging for it.”
“Okay.” I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go ahead and make the bet now. Five thousand to start?”
“That’s fine with me.” He took out his wallet, and then he laughed. “I’m messing with you, man.”
“She called about my menu and room preferences for the wedding. She didn’t even try to talk to me about anything else—even when I told her she was hot as hell, so I guess I’m going to have to call her and make her come to her senses.”
“I could’ve sworn I told you that she’s in an on-and-off-again relationship.”
“Until she gets a taste of this dick, right?”
“Right…” I couldn’t believe this guy was thirty-nine years old.
“It’s your turn again, Grady!” One of the guys called him back over to the TV, and he dashed off to pick up his controller again.
I stood by watching them play the game for several minutes, still in awe that my brother was the most mature of his friends.
It’s so fucking sad.
“Mr. Asher Brooks?” A deep voice made me turn around. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Can you step onto the platform next to your brother, so I can start taking your measurements?”
“Of course.” I took off my tie and tossed it atop my blazer before stepping aboard.
“Thank you so much for coming, Asher.” Chris tapped my shoulder. “This is the start of my future, and it really means the world to me and Michelle.”
“Please don’t shed any tears around me,” I said. “I’ll never be able to take you seriously again.”
“Not even at my wedding?”
“That’ll be your once-in-a-lifetime pass.”
“Got it.” He laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I looked over at his friends and lowered my voice. “Why did you tell them I worked on Wall Street?”
“Because they notice that you pull up in a different car every time they see you, and it was the quickest excuse I could come up with,” he said. “Unless you want to tell them what you really do?”
“No.” I shook my head. “The last thing I need right now is potential clients.”
