Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
First, though, I had to actually have a guest house ready to be used.
I pushed those thoughts away, looking down at my phone and tapping out a caption to use on the selfie later. Connecting with my fans every day had been like a lifeline to me since losing the support of my mom and siblings. Even if Vivienne was right that sometimes the fans got demanding and pushed up against personal boundaries, it was worth it for me.
A minute later Nathan—and two people who looked a whole lot like Nathan—walked out from a hallway. I knew I was looking at the actual brothers behind the Fixer Brothers name.
“Well, fuck me sideways, from behind, and from the top,” I said, a wide smile tugging at my lips as I looked at all three of them. “Did someone learn to fucking 3D print hot guys, or something?”
Nathan remained in full professional mode, but I saw his eyes glimmer with the compliment. He was wearing a crisp slate blue collared shirt, nice slacks, and leather shoes, a far cry from the flannel and work jeans I’d seen him in before. It looked like he must have gotten a fresh haircut, too, cleaned up on the sides but still with the slight salt-and-pepper waves on top.
Just the right length for tugging, I thought, sucking on the remainder of my protein pop as I looked at him. I’d been perfectly polite when Nathan didn’t seem to want to do anything else with me the other night—he’d shut up like a damn clam after I came, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to pressure him into more.
But he was still hot as fuck. And I was allowed to think about him, even if nothing more was going to happen between us.
“Kace, I’d like you to meet my brother Shawn, who co-owns Fixer Brothers with me, and our younger brother Tristan, who recently moved back to Jade River. We’re all contractors here. Boys, meet Kace Tomlin, who needs absolutely no introduction.”
I shook their hands. Shawn and Tristan really did look like slightly younger versions of Nathan, and all of them had easy smiles and great handshakes. Nathan’s eyes were a little lighter, though. Less brown and more like a bottle of honey when it’s in bright sun, which I really fucking liked.
Especially when he was looking into my eyes and telling me to come for him.
Down, boy.
“Let’s head back to the meeting room and we can talk preliminaries,” Nathan said, leading us down the hallway.
“You’re the boss,” I said, chucking my finished popsicle stick into a trash can.
I glanced at Nathan’s perky ass as he pushed open the door to the meeting room. Nathan was the hottest by a long shot, if you asked me, but he had an unfair advantage, considering that I thought with my dick, and my dick wanted older guys.
“I’ve already briefed the boys on the essentials,” Nathan said, sitting down at the head of the table like a boss. The meeting room was just as nice as the front of the office, with plenty of windows looking out to forest views. “You want your guest house to be just as nice as your own house, and it’s sustained quite a bit of fire damage. We can get someone out as soon as tomorrow to take measurements, work up the drafts in CAD, and get some initial concept work out to you by the end of this week.”
“Killer,” I said, sitting down in a swivel chair next to Vivienne.
“Were there any questions you had for us today?” Shawn asked. “I know you’ve said that budget isn’t a factor, which makes things a lot easier.”
Vivienne cleared her throat. “Well, we did want to ask about the TV release forms,” she said.
“Shit. Yeah. I always forget about those,” I offered. “I’m not sure if Nathan told you, but I have a crew filming my daily life all summer. They’re with me just about every day. Their van is outside right now. If you or anyone on your team isn’t comfortable being on TV, say the word. But if you are comfortable, we’ll need signed releases from members on your team.”
“Everyone is actually very excited for it,” Nathan offered, sitting up with perfect posture in his office chair. He mindlessly bit down on the end of a pen and my cock stirred, being a traitor as usual. But what was I supposed to do? Seeing Nathan put anything in or near his mouth sent my brain in a zillion directions at once. He was way too fucking cute in his all-business mode, and I could already tell he was a great leader, too.
“Yeah,” his youngest brother Tristan said with a nod. “My boyfriend Jack and I are both going to be working on the project, and he wouldn’t shut up about it last night. He said he’s going to watch every episode of your show when it comes out and see if he finds himself in the background.”