on the world because you’re strong. I’m sure of it.”
She laughed. “How can you be so sure?”
“Trust me,” he said cryptically. “Even if you think your mark has to be big, there are people you’ll leave in your wake that will never forget you. It’s all a matter of perception of a legacy. Mine is a wife, kids, grandkids and great-grandkids who tell stories about me when I’m gone. We each leave our mark in our own ways. Everyone wants a life they can hang a hat on.”
Shawna turned away again. He hadn’t said it outright, but she got the gist. He was wondering what was wrong with family, and the generations after, as a legacy. Maybe in his mind, there was nothing wrong with that.
For her, it didn’t seem like enough.
Cash blinked to clear the fogginess from his eyes. He’d fallen asleep at some point, lulled by Shawna’s soft breathing and body heat. Rolling over, he touched the place she’d vacated. The sheets were still warm, but she was gone. No big surprise, considering her views from last night. Or was it early this morning? Either way, the bed was empty, and he flopped back on the soft mattress.
Shifting to look at the clock on her bedside table, he cringed. Six fifty. He hadn’t slept past five in years. Throwing the covers off, he flung his legs over the side of the bed. A folded piece of pale peach paper with his name on it caught his attention.
Opening it, he read,
Thanks for an amazing evening. I left a breakfast plate for you in the refrigerator. Help yourself to the shower. Sorry, I don’t have any clothes that will fit you, though I think you’d look good in anything, including my crimson bathrobe.
The photo shoot is at 8:30. I’ll have a driver pick you up at 7:30 so you can swing by your hotel and change. Your clothes should already be there. You know my number if they aren’t.
By the way, I convinced Chloe to push for some leave time for Gio, with pay.
Under her message was a rustic, artistic flower, maybe a daisy, made out of infinity circles. In small, stylized letters, wrapping around the petals, were the words, Live the Life you Love, Love the Life you Live.
He brushed his thumb over the drawing. The indentions left by the pen were evident. This wasn’t something printed on the stationary. She’d taken the time to draw something important. A symbol and words that meant something to her.
Folding the paper, he tucked it in his jeans pocket and grabbed his phone. Shooting her a text, he glanced at the clock. Just enough time for a quick shower. And if he had time, he’d take her up on the food. He was starving after their workout.
“Okay, I’m usually against the whole interoffice relations crap.” Chloe sighed. “But in this instance, I say you just fuck him. Then maybe he’ll be able to concentrate on something besides your ass.”
Shawna glared at Chloe. She’d never known her boss to color outside the work lines, let alone show up for work mussed and all kinds of airheaded. “What’s going on with you?”
“Men.” Chloe sighed again. “Cowboys, to be specific. They look good, they smell good, they talk good… Damn it, everything about them just sucks you in.”
“Yeah, they kinda have that effect, don’t they?” Shawna watched Cash, completely understanding where her boss was coming from. She wondered if Chloe would feel the same if she knew Shawna had been fucking Cash every chance they got. Cars, storerooms, Chloe’s office. Okay, so she’d never admit that one to her boss, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
It had been three days since the night at the Odyssey and her tumble into Cash’s arms. Since then, they’d been on a whirlwind of appearances, shoots, promotional opportunities, and now they were nearing the deadline for the newest cover. Shawna still didn’t know which photo Chloe had chosen, but the numerous shoots had given her hours of sexy Cash photos to filter through. If she hadn’t had him between her thighs
She laughed. “How can you be so sure?”
“Trust me,” he said cryptically. “Even if you think your mark has to be big, there are people you’ll leave in your wake that will never forget you. It’s all a matter of perception of a legacy. Mine is a wife, kids, grandkids and great-grandkids who tell stories about me when I’m gone. We each leave our mark in our own ways. Everyone wants a life they can hang a hat on.”
Shawna turned away again. He hadn’t said it outright, but she got the gist. He was wondering what was wrong with family, and the generations after, as a legacy. Maybe in his mind, there was nothing wrong with that.
For her, it didn’t seem like enough.
Cash blinked to clear the fogginess from his eyes. He’d fallen asleep at some point, lulled by Shawna’s soft breathing and body heat. Rolling over, he touched the place she’d vacated. The sheets were still warm, but she was gone. No big surprise, considering her views from last night. Or was it early this morning? Either way, the bed was empty, and he flopped back on the soft mattress.
Shifting to look at the clock on her bedside table, he cringed. Six fifty. He hadn’t slept past five in years. Throwing the covers off, he flung his legs over the side of the bed. A folded piece of pale peach paper with his name on it caught his attention.
Opening it, he read,
Thanks for an amazing evening. I left a breakfast plate for you in the refrigerator. Help yourself to the shower. Sorry, I don’t have any clothes that will fit you, though I think you’d look good in anything, including my crimson bathrobe.
The photo shoot is at 8:30. I’ll have a driver pick you up at 7:30 so you can swing by your hotel and change. Your clothes should already be there. You know my number if they aren’t.
By the way, I convinced Chloe to push for some leave time for Gio, with pay.
Under her message was a rustic, artistic flower, maybe a daisy, made out of infinity circles. In small, stylized letters, wrapping around the petals, were the words, Live the Life you Love, Love the Life you Live.
He brushed his thumb over the drawing. The indentions left by the pen were evident. This wasn’t something printed on the stationary. She’d taken the time to draw something important. A symbol and words that meant something to her.
Folding the paper, he tucked it in his jeans pocket and grabbed his phone. Shooting her a text, he glanced at the clock. Just enough time for a quick shower. And if he had time, he’d take her up on the food. He was starving after their workout.
“Okay, I’m usually against the whole interoffice relations crap.” Chloe sighed. “But in this instance, I say you just fuck him. Then maybe he’ll be able to concentrate on something besides your ass.”
Shawna glared at Chloe. She’d never known her boss to color outside the work lines, let alone show up for work mussed and all kinds of airheaded. “What’s going on with you?”
“Men.” Chloe sighed again. “Cowboys, to be specific. They look good, they smell good, they talk good… Damn it, everything about them just sucks you in.”
“Yeah, they kinda have that effect, don’t they?” Shawna watched Cash, completely understanding where her boss was coming from. She wondered if Chloe would feel the same if she knew Shawna had been fucking Cash every chance they got. Cars, storerooms, Chloe’s office. Okay, so she’d never admit that one to her boss, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
It had been three days since the night at the Odyssey and her tumble into Cash’s arms. Since then, they’d been on a whirlwind of appearances, shoots, promotional opportunities, and now they were nearing the deadline for the newest cover. Shawna still didn’t know which photo Chloe had chosen, but the numerous shoots had given her hours of sexy Cash photos to filter through. If she hadn’t had him between her thighs
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