Chapter Four
Hunter
Shooting the shit, shooting the breeze. Call it whatever, but it’s my favorite part of the day, when the guys at Kiss Talent and I all assemble together to talk business first, and then life second. There’s no stress, no worries in the world. It’s just conversation between four men, a mix of brothers and cousins, who grew up together and started one of the nation’s top talent agencies.
Kiss Talent is known for our sports management division, but the company has been steadily branching out and focusing on all aspects of agent representation. Our current roster of clients includes everyone from star athletes to actors to music celebs.
It’s never been an easy road, but it’s a journey that I’ve been extremely proud of. Through long nights and power struggles, we’ve somehow managed to rise to the top of the game.
We’re all in a small conference room, seated around a table. Beside me is my cousin, who I only met last year, when his mother confronted my uncle’s wife about their affair and the product of that affair. My brothers and I were born into money, into a life of luxury under the watchful eye of my powerful and wealthy father. Luke’s path couldn’t have been more different. He grew up poor in a small town about thirty minutes south of Austin, and through hard work and dedication worked his way to the top.
On the opposite side of the table are my two brothers. While I focus my attention on sports management, and Luke focuses on musical talent, Declan works with on-screen talent, and Owen works with writers, directors, photographers and other creatives.
Declan is the tallest of us, and he likes to hold it over our heads. He’s a former model and even booked a few small television roles before deciding he was better suited behind the cameras. Owen and I have similar builds, fit and lean, but Luke is bulky, to the point where many strangers mistakenly believe he’s a bodyguard or MMA fighter.
“I’m heading to Nashville first thing in the morning,” Luke says. “I’ll probably be gone for at least a week.”
“Pretty little young thing catch your attention?” Declan questions with a sly wink. “Does this pretty little thing have a single pretty little friend?”
“Hardly. Just checking in with Sam Ketting,” Luke chuckles, “but I’m sure he knows a few women.”
“Damn shame,” I say. “If I weren’t so busy with Chad Cross, I’d love to accompany you on this adventure. God knows I love Nashville women.”
Luke frowns. “What happened to Cross’s contract being a done deal?”
“There’s been some complications.”
“I’ve seen that look before,” Owen snorts. “Your attention is being diverted by a woman. If you want me to sub in, you can take my new client.”
“Seriously?” I arch one brow. “The model from Utah? What’s the matter? You afraid you’re going to violate our non-fraternizing clause?”
“Have you seen her? And her two little friends sitting just beneath her perfect face?”
I drift in thought, thinking about Dani, her gorgeous two friends, and the way they tend to bounce and jiggle when she turns. When she walks. When she breathes heavy. Which I’m proud to say, seemed to happen quite a lot when we were together. The guys continue to talk around me, but I can’t make out exactly what they’re saying. I also don’t care. I’m too lost in the fantasy of touching Dani, caressing her, being inside of her.
Thank God she’s not a prospective client, so I won’t be violating our rule disallowing fraternization with anyone we represent. Though now that I think about it, we really shouldn’t fraternize with the family of clients either, but I’m sure as hell not bringing that up. Besides, I’m not one to follow rules, even if they’re rules I’ve created for myself.
Life is much more exciting living on the edge.
Chad hasn’t called in a few days, and neither has Dani. Things have been conspicuously quiet on that front lately, and I’m starting to get a little worried after having left three or four messages for Chad to call me back.
I’m not exactly used to being in a position where I have to chase down anyone. Not like in the beginning. It’s all the more alarming because I never for a second believed signing Chad was going to be a hard sell. In my mind, it’s been a done-deal since the day I first began scouting him.
And then along came Dani Cross.
Fucking Christ. She’s such a damn pain in my ass on one hand, but an alluring possibility on the other. There’s something about her that makes me not care about having to work harder than usual. The most important thing is signing Chad, not only because he’s going to make me millions, but because I legitimately want to help shoot him into the sports world stratosphere.
But I also want to banter more with Dani.
I want to do a lot of things with her.
But most of all, I want to find out how she looks naked and underneath me as I fuck her, her breast jiggling, her mouth open and screaming my name as I make her come harder than she ever has before.