Page 35 of Flirt
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he unlocked the screen and brought up his texts, grinning like an idiot when he found a new message from Asher.
Asher: You want to have lunch today?
Cameron rolled his eyes as he typed out his response.
Cameron: Aren’t you supposed to be writing today?
Asher: I wrote last night.
Cameron: How much?
Asher: Enough.
Cameron somehow doubted that. He’d been there when Asher’s agent, Becca, had stopped by to ream his ass about his deadline. It hadn’t been pretty, and he hoped never to find himself on Becca’s bad side. That woman scared the hell out of him.
Cameron: Did you finish the chapter?
Asher: Almost.
Cameron glanced at the clock, surprised to find it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.
Cameron: If you finish the chapter, you can come get me for lunch at noon.
The response came almost immediately.
Asher: Deal. See you at noon.
Cameron: I want proof.
Asher: You just like me for my characters.
That made Cameron laugh. Oh, he liked Asher for so many reasons, but he wouldn’t say no to getting an early peek at the newest Marshall Kane novel.
Cameron: Proof, or it didn’t happen.
Asher: Slave driver.
Cameron: Procrastinator.
Asher: You know me so well. Okay, gotta go. Noon. Be ready.
Cameron: I’ll be waiting.
Three hours suddenly felt like a really long fucking time.
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“Cam, there’s a Mr.Dare here to see you.”
“Thanks, Amelia. Send him in.” Cameron switched off his intercom and stood, but he stayed behind his desk. They’d made a deal, and he wouldn’t budge until he saw evidence that his terms had been met.
The door opened a moment later, and Asher strutted into his office, looking so damn good it should have been illegal. His relaxed-fit jeans hugged him in all the right places, and his dark green V-neck molded over his chest. The leather biker boots looked new, but Cameron assumed they were more of a fashion statement than for any practical purpose.
And yet, the mental image of Asher in a leather jacket straddling a sleek, black motorcycle did zero to calm his racing pulse. They were going to revisit his little fantasy, though, because…damn.
“Did you finish the chapter?”
With a cocky grin that made his eyes dance, Asher pulled a stack of papers out from behind his back and dropped them onto Cameron’s desk with a heavy thud. “The first five chapters ofUninvited, including the one I finished this morning.”
