it’s the women who push for more, you know?”
“Yeah, that isn’t news to me. Come on, you must have some pearl of wisdom to share.” I hoped I wasn’t sounding desperate, but his earlier reaction wasn’t exactly encouraging.
“Um, let me think.” He paused for a moment. “My number-one gem?” I could practically hear the gears change in his brain. “What I know for a fact is that women like to be treated well. Do something special for her that you’ve never done for anyone else before. Something so unique that she’ll know you put time and effort into it.”
“What you’re saying is to treat her like a queen?” Hell, this was too easy. If that was all there was to it, I was on a winning streak.
“Exactly. Every queen needs a king. If you treat her like she’s important to you, she’ll pay you back one-hundred-fold. Not to mention blowjobs, hand jobs—basically anything you want, she’ll give willingly just because you made her feel special.”
I was awestruck. Tyler was a fucking genius. “No wonder they call you Mr. Debonair. You should do a masterclass for guys like me who eventually wanna put a ring on the finger of a special woman.”
“Fuck, I didn’t realize you were that serious. She must be quite a babe for you to fall that fucking hard.”
“She is. And she has brains, too. She’s an eleven on a scale of one to ten.”
“You’ve got it pretty serious, cousin. You better get to work and snatch her up before someone else does.” He paused for a moment. “Do I know her?”
“Maybe,” I growled, “but she’s mine, and I’m not telling you her name until you get an invitation to our engagement in the mail.”
“Jesus, Levi. Lighten up, buddy. I didn’t mean it like that. I’ve got my hands full with my own woman driving me crazy. I just thought if I knew her, I could somehow put in a good word for you.”
I laughed sheepishly, but I had to admit I was relieved as fuck. Tyler Sinclair wasn’t named Mr. Debonair for nothing. Women loved the bastard, and he usually had a bevy of beauties vying for his attention. But he was like me—a workaholic—so I knew he was picky as fuck when it came to dating.
“She must be some woman to keep your attention,” I said dryly.
To my surprise, he didn’t argue. “You know what, Levi? When you meet the right woman, it’s as if your cock wants only her. I never thought it would happen to me. Shit, I used sex more than anything to get where I am today. But this woman . . . she has me by the balls, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Are you telling me that you’ll be giving up your well-earned title then?”
He chuckled, long and hard. “With her, the only titles I want are married and taken .”
“How did you meet her?” This woman had to be something extra special to snare my cousin.
“She’s an intern at our firm. You know I always get what I want—much the same as you—so on that score we’re pretty much the same. It must run in our bloodline.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, agreeing with that assessment. “Well good luck, and thanks for the pointers. I’ll be racking my brain. It’s Mon . . . um, her birthday soon. I have an idea that I think will blow her mind, and I’ll have to get to work immediately.”
“Sounds like you’ve worked it out already. Have fun and send me an invitation to the wedding.”
“Sure, if you don’t beat me to it.”
We both fell silent for a moment. I bet neither of us were as confident as we made out that we’d actually achieve our plans of getting the girls of our dreams.
Chapter 10 — Levi
M ontana’s birthday was something I was really looking forward to. Since she didn’t have any family in the city to spend time with, I’d convinced her to swap our Friday-night session for Saturday instead. At first she’d protested, but I’d noticed a glint of sadness in her eyes, which made me think that she wouldn’t enjoy being alone anyway.
With a few surprises still
“Yeah, that isn’t news to me. Come on, you must have some pearl of wisdom to share.” I hoped I wasn’t sounding desperate, but his earlier reaction wasn’t exactly encouraging.
“Um, let me think.” He paused for a moment. “My number-one gem?” I could practically hear the gears change in his brain. “What I know for a fact is that women like to be treated well. Do something special for her that you’ve never done for anyone else before. Something so unique that she’ll know you put time and effort into it.”
“What you’re saying is to treat her like a queen?” Hell, this was too easy. If that was all there was to it, I was on a winning streak.
“Exactly. Every queen needs a king. If you treat her like she’s important to you, she’ll pay you back one-hundred-fold. Not to mention blowjobs, hand jobs—basically anything you want, she’ll give willingly just because you made her feel special.”
I was awestruck. Tyler was a fucking genius. “No wonder they call you Mr. Debonair. You should do a masterclass for guys like me who eventually wanna put a ring on the finger of a special woman.”
“Fuck, I didn’t realize you were that serious. She must be quite a babe for you to fall that fucking hard.”
“She is. And she has brains, too. She’s an eleven on a scale of one to ten.”
“You’ve got it pretty serious, cousin. You better get to work and snatch her up before someone else does.” He paused for a moment. “Do I know her?”
“Maybe,” I growled, “but she’s mine, and I’m not telling you her name until you get an invitation to our engagement in the mail.”
“Jesus, Levi. Lighten up, buddy. I didn’t mean it like that. I’ve got my hands full with my own woman driving me crazy. I just thought if I knew her, I could somehow put in a good word for you.”
I laughed sheepishly, but I had to admit I was relieved as fuck. Tyler Sinclair wasn’t named Mr. Debonair for nothing. Women loved the bastard, and he usually had a bevy of beauties vying for his attention. But he was like me—a workaholic—so I knew he was picky as fuck when it came to dating.
“She must be some woman to keep your attention,” I said dryly.
To my surprise, he didn’t argue. “You know what, Levi? When you meet the right woman, it’s as if your cock wants only her. I never thought it would happen to me. Shit, I used sex more than anything to get where I am today. But this woman . . . she has me by the balls, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Are you telling me that you’ll be giving up your well-earned title then?”
He chuckled, long and hard. “With her, the only titles I want are married and taken .”
“How did you meet her?” This woman had to be something extra special to snare my cousin.
“She’s an intern at our firm. You know I always get what I want—much the same as you—so on that score we’re pretty much the same. It must run in our bloodline.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, agreeing with that assessment. “Well good luck, and thanks for the pointers. I’ll be racking my brain. It’s Mon . . . um, her birthday soon. I have an idea that I think will blow her mind, and I’ll have to get to work immediately.”
“Sounds like you’ve worked it out already. Have fun and send me an invitation to the wedding.”
“Sure, if you don’t beat me to it.”
We both fell silent for a moment. I bet neither of us were as confident as we made out that we’d actually achieve our plans of getting the girls of our dreams.
Chapter 10 — Levi
M ontana’s birthday was something I was really looking forward to. Since she didn’t have any family in the city to spend time with, I’d convinced her to swap our Friday-night session for Saturday instead. At first she’d protested, but I’d noticed a glint of sadness in her eyes, which made me think that she wouldn’t enjoy being alone anyway.
With a few surprises still
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