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“Miss Jones. Thank you for coming in. We’ll be in touch.” Trying to control the situation, I stand and gesture for the door that Hadley is still straddling.

She nods politely. “I look forward to it.” Standing, she steps forward, holding out her hand. Her shake is firm, as well rehearsed as everything else about her.

As she slowly walks toward the door, Hadley’s eyes roam all over her with a hunger she’d never be able to handle and I sigh because I know my brother…

Three…two…

“You’ve got the job. You can start Monday morning. Don’t forget my coffee.” Then he slams the door behind her anddramatically throws himself against it. “I’m in love. We never shoulda thrown her out of the limo after that KC Duke show.”

“Holy fuck, that’s her?” To be fair, I didn’t really see her face, but her arse…? Yeah. That, I’d recognize. Knowing this makes hiring her an even worse idea.

“In the fuckin’ flesh, bro. I wonder if she was wearing underwear today? I hope not.”

I move around to the front of my desk and perch, resting my hands on the edge and crossing my ankles.

“She can’t work for us. We have a strict no-fucking-the-employees rule, and I can see it in your eyes…you wanna fuck her.”

“Nah, I wanna fuckin’ ruin her.” His grin is full of menace and he wags his brows again, but a lot less playfully than before. “It’s only three months, yeah? We know she’s down to get dirty. Make her sign a waiver, and she’ll be out of my system by the time Abby comes back. Sorted.” He holds his hands out to the sides as if he’s just solved world peace.

Trouble is, there’s no point in arguing with him. He’d find a way to make it happen, no matter what I say. Once he sets his mind—dick—on something, he’s incorrigible.

There’s something about her that sets my teeth on edge and I can’t put my finger on it, but I guess I’m gonna have the time to figure it out now.

“Is there something you actually wanted, Hads? Was Crosby not at his desk before you came barging in?” Hadley, Orion, and I all like to share an executive assistant, but we have our own individual secretaries. Crosby is mine, and while he’s amazing at his job, his crush on my brother means he seems unable to control him at any time. Hence the intrusion.

“He’s there, said you’d be pissed if I came in while you were interviewing. I said I didn’t care and came in anyway.” He shrugs. “I’m glad I did.” He cups his crotch and lifts it witha growl before dropping his hand away. “I actually came in to let you know that bastard who produced the new Rayne Over Knights song needs his insides rearranged—not in the fun way, more like in the so they’re hanging out of him kinda way—and I plan on being the one to do it. Haven’t decided if it’ll be before or after I reproduce the track.”

Once upon a time, Hadley’s need to pulverize and pummel was something he’d keep to himself, meaning Orion and I had a lot of messes to clean up. Now, though, we have an open and honest policy between the three of us. It doesn’t stop anything from happening, but knowing about it in advance makes the clean up easier with more time to plan.

“Okay…why?” It’s not May yet, so at least he won’t kill the guy.

Hadley lounges in the chair Miss Jones just vacated, his head lolling backward.

“Why the fuck not?” He sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “A. The track sucks. B. He was rude to my secretary. C. The mixing engineer overheard him bad mouthing Orion’s marketing strategy. D. He’s got stupid hair.”

The reasons are lacking, but they often are.

“And you’re sure he needs his insides rearranged to his outside rather than just a warning?”

“Thatisa warning, bro.” He grins, slapping his palms onto the arms of the chair as he stands. “Come on, you’re done for the day. Let’s go find something to fuck or fight.”

“Actually, I have another meeting before I’m finished.”

“Nope. Crosby rescheduled it and Orion’s waiting in the parking garage…We can research the girl tomorrow, if that makes you feel any better.” Opening the door, he waits for me to start moving.

I roll my eyes and push off from the desk with a sigh. I won’t be fucking or fighting tonight, but I’ll accommodate my twin and our best friend. Always. And we will definitely be doing abackground check on our new employee, seeing as she already has a start date.

“You’re a wanker. You know that, right?” I stop beside him and raise a brow.

“Yeah, but I’m a sexy wanker and you love me.”

Chapter Five

Bowie

This job is going to suck big balls with a pubic hair stuck in the middle of my throat. Monday morning, I get to work at eight as stated on my contract, to-do list and fucking memo in my inbox from the weekend. Eight. I can’t remember the last time I had to get up this early on the regular.

So what do I do? I waltz into H2O’s midtown offices, with the automatic glass door at the entrance, and take one of the three elevators that serve all twenty-six floors of the modern, Midtown building. H2O leases the last two floors, of course. Only the best for my bosses.

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