Jeremy should have been, but his wife is pregnant and due any day. We're trying to respect that and get him out of here at a normal time for most people." Caden stopped at the door as I turned to look him over. "About earlier. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"No, you shouldn't have, but it's over. You and I can work together as professionals, hopefully. Just remember that I'm no different than Jeremy or Zander."
A thin dark-skinned guy with jet-black hair and a great smile walked in and pushed past Caden. "I'd say you are far more pretty than Zander, but that's just my opinion."
Caden rolled his eyes. "Olivia. This is Zander. He's our resident party-boy."
"Nice." I extended my hand and gave him a warm smile. "Nice to meet you. Are you bringing the vodka to this event tonight, or do we need to send Caden to the store?"
"I like you already." He shook my hand and turned back to Caden. "Can we keep her Dad?"
"Oh Lord." Caden turned and walked out of the room.
"So, welcome! I've heard a little bit about you, but not nearly enough." Zander pulled out a chair and offered it to me before pulling out another for himself. "Tell me all about you."
I laughed and set my notepad down before taking the chair beside him and crossing my legs. "I'm from Texas. Went to NYU and got my finance degree. Graduated last year and-"
"Damn... I thought you were describing Caden there for a minute. He's from Texas and went to NYU. He graduated a couple of years ago though. Dude's smart as shit. Got out at twenty-one." He tapped the side of his head. "You're like a female version of him."
I shook my head. "I'm not sure about all of that. Tell me something about you."
"I love women, weed and alcohol." He smirked as Caden walked up and clamped his hands down on the back of Zander's shoulders.
"Don't believe a word he says, Olivia. He's full of it." He moved back as Annie walked in with files. "Zander, take these three files and make two copies so that Olivia and I aren't here all night."
"Yes, Sir, boss." He got up and grabbed the files before walking back out with Annie.
Caden leaned over and fingered through one of the two files left on the table. "These people are richer than God. It would be a huge win for us to get the account."
"The rest of the account?" I let my eyes drag down the line of his body, coveting the thick muscles that flexed in his back and shoulders as he shifted forward a little. He'd been well-built as a boy, but now... I couldn't even begin to imagine. Luke was lean and well-built too, but I'd fallen in love with a more meaty-thick body type a long time ago.
"Yeah," he breathed out and glanced over at me. "You know we're going to act like teenagers with hormonal issues around each other for a while, right? We gotta make up for the last six years."
"Are we? I don't feel hormonal around you."
"I don't mean turned on. I mean the need to be nice to each other and yet we're pulling each other’s hair out and screaming about the color of the carpet. It's insane, but I figure it's all part of the deal. You being here is going to be good for us, and you were right." He shrugged. "You are my brother's girl, and will be part of the family. I'll be Uncle Caden to your kids. Weird as fuck, but we'll work it out."
Sickness rolled through me in suffocating waves. Uncle Caden? That sounded heinous. My worst nightmares grew legs inside my mind and ran around, attacking the last remaining hopes and dreams I had of really finding true love.
He reached over and tapped my knee. "Did I upset you again? Tell those hormones to fuck off."
His smile was radiant and left me speechless. Was I really this much of a basket case around him? Sure felt like it.
"No, I'm good." I stood up as Zander walked back in. There was no way to tell if he was fucking with me, or being sincere. I was done trying to figure it out. We had a presentation to work through, and I wanted a win under my name, even if it meant Caden's was stamped right next to it.
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