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ONLY ONE TOUCH (Only One #4)(6)
Author: Natasha Madison

“Without a doubt,” I say. “I’ve sat with many agents.” I grab the beer bottle and bring it to my lips, taking a pull before I choose my next words. The coldness of the beer hits my tongue.

“Wait,” she says, holding up her hands before I continue talking. “If you are going to give me a compliment, I’m going to tape it and then write it on my calendar.” My head goes back, and I swear I haven’t laughed that hard in forever.

“Now it’s my turn to say I’m not that bad.” I look at her.

“The last time we sat down in your conference room, you called me egotistical,” she says. It takes me a second to go through my memory and find that moment. I’m shocked by just how many memories I have of her.

“I’m sure I didn’t say those exact words.” I roll my lips when she gasps.

“I believe your exact words were come down out of the clouds, Becca, and stop being so fucking egotistical.” She points at me. “Okay, maybe not exactly, but you definitely called me egotistical.”

“What are you two laughing about?” Miller says, pulling out the seat beside me and sitting down. Layla walks over to the other side of the table, pulling out her own chair and sitting next to Becca. I watch Becca turn and look over, smiling as her hair falls forward. My hand itches to reach over and move it so I can see her eyes.

“We are talking about the last time Nico paid me a compliment and called me egotistical,” she tells Miller.

“Oh, I remember that,” Miller says, snapping his fingers.

“No, you don’t.” I shake my head, rolling my eyes.

“No, I do,” he says, looking at Layla. “I was there. You two were discussing my contract.” He then looks at me. “You were pissed with her demands. I thought the vein in your head was going to explode. You called her egotistical.” He laughs. “Becca didn’t even bat an eyelash. All she did was shrug and tell you she’s been called worse.”

“Yes,” Becca says, slapping the table. “I knew I was right.” Her laughter is contagious, making me smile. “We should have bet.”

“I was not that heated,” I point out, and Miller looks at me in shock.

“Dude,” he says, “let’s just say that day I was happy I was on Becca’s side of the table.”

I roll my eyes. “It was not that fucking bad,” I say.

“That’s okay,” Becca says, leaning over the table and putting her hand on mine. I think she’s done this before. In fact, I know she’s done this before. But now her warm, soft hand on mine feels like an electric shock going through my body, zapping my brain. “I really have been called worse.” She leans back in her chair, taking her hand off mine. “One owner called me a swingy scummy wormy bitch.” I look at her with my mouth open as she laughs about it.

“What did you do?” Layla asks, intrigued as much as I am.

“I smiled at him, and then the next day, I sent him a box of worms.” The three of us laugh so loud people look over at our table.

“So this is where the party is happening,” Ralph says, pulling up a chair and sitting at the table with us. “What did Miller do this time?” he asks, and his question has merit since Miller is usually the one making us laugh. I watch Becca as Miller fills Ralph in. The little sparkle in her eye makes her eyes look gold on the bottom and green on the top.

The waiter comes over and grabs her empty glass, and when he goes to put another one down, she shakes her head. She turns and catches me watching her. “Did you drive here?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.

“No,” she says, leaning forward. Her jacket opens just a bit, and even though about fifty people are here, my eyes are only on hers. It feels as if we are the only ones in the room. “I have a strict two-drink maximum.”

I cock my head to the side. “Really?” I lean forward. “Is there a reason?”

“Well, besides the fact that no good choices are made when one drinks?” She smiles and winks at me, and I can only imagine what bad decisions she’s talking about. But I know one thing—I will be finding out exactly how bad these decisions are.

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

Becca

 

 

“Well, besides the fact that no good choices are made when one drinks?” I smile at him, which I’m doing a lot tonight, then I wink at him. Holy shit, am I flirting with him? Wait a second, why am I flirting with him? What is going on right now?

“You’ve got to give me something better than that,” he says, and I look at him. I mean, really look at him, and it’s like I’m seeing him for the first time. His brown hair is long on top and short on the sides and the back, and it looks like it took him two seconds to run his fingers through it. His blue eyes get a bit lighter when he laughs, almost like the amber of cognac. When he leans forward on the table, his biceps flex under his blue sweater.

“Ugh.” I throw my head back. “Why?”

“Because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you make one bad decision since we’ve been in business with each other.” I tilt my head to the side, looking over at Miller and Layla, who are holding hands across the table. Ralph has pulled Candace onto his lap and is whispering something in her ear. “So tell me,” Nico says, and I turn my attention back to him. “Give me one example.”

“Oh, God.” I think about it for a second. “But if you ever throw this in my face, I will …” I point at him, and he holds up his hands and crosses it over his chest.

“Scout’s honor,” he says, smirking.

“You were never a scout, Nico.” I lean back in my chair and cross my legs. “Fine. Four months ago, I went to a Celine Dion concert,” I tell him, and I can see his eyes change color to a soft blue. “I had a couple more vodka drinks than I should have, and well …” I put my head down. “I can’t show anyone the videos because all you hear is my screaming and singing in the background.”

He laughs, clapping his hands together. “I would never peg you for a Celine fan.”

“Yeah, well, I wish that was the worst of it,” I say, and I suddenly wish I didn’t have a two-drink limit that I stick by, especially at a work function. It’s one thing to enjoy a bottle of wine at home on my couch, but it’s another thing to do it in front of my clients. “The next morning, I woke up …” I lean forward, and I see his eyes go back to a darker blue. “Naked. Next to me was a black baseball cap with diamonds all over it with the word BOSS across it.” He rolls his lips to stop from laughing. “I even have a picture,” I say, grabbing my phone and opening up my photos to search for it. I find it on my Instagram and show it to him.

He takes my phone from me, and our fingers graze each other. And just like before when he put his hand on mine, a shiver goes up my spine. He looks at the picture, and he zooms in. “That hat is very …”

“Shiny?” I say. “Bright?”

“You ever try to wear this hat out in the sun?” he asks, and I shake my head and laugh.

“They should not allow you to buy merchandise after the show.” I point at him. “Especially if you buy more than one thing.”

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