“They’re more than just cute. An interactive site like this has a dual purpose. One, it’s fun and different. The other is that people will remember it and in turn remember the store itself. Or at least that’s the goal.”
“When did you learn to do all this?”
“I took a couple classes. Then I took some more. Working nights at the Nook left me with free time and I always liked learning. Eventually I decided to make some cash on the side doing sites. I offered my services to Kel for free,” he added, not noticing the face Marcia pulled.
“Kelly’s already getting free labor from you and Tony and the rest of the guys. For a site like this, she and Spence can fork up the moolah. It’s an investment and well worth it, especially in such a tech-crazy world. Without a site that stands out, they’ll fade off the map in no time.”
“Even so, I owe Spence. A free site doesn’t begin to touch that debt.”
“Why?”
“He gave me a job when I really needed one.”
“As if you couldn’t get one elsewhere.” She laughed it off but she couldn’t help wondering. There was a lot more to Cale Parker than met the eye. So what, exactly, did her brother know about Tony’s best friend that she didn’t?
Saying nothing, he sent his Weeble over to the shelves. When the miniature Cale took down a book, she squealed like a kid.
“Wow, Cale. Just wow.”
She sat back and crossed her legs, trying not to react when his gaze dropped and lingered. They were sitting awfully close. Realizing that, she discreetly rolled her chair away and reached for her purse. “I’m calling Spence right now. He’ll bite.”
“No, wait.” He laid a hand on her thigh just beneath the hem of her denim skirt and directed his attention back to the screen. “Let me show you something first. Grab the mouse.”
She followed his directive, entirely too aware of his large, rough palm on her bare flesh. Tony’s best friend, remember?
She did remember. That was part of the problem. Because sometimes when she fantasized about her lover, he wasn’t alone. Sometimes his constant companion outside bed climbed between the sheets with them.
And they didn’t curl up and take a nap.
“Now what?” she asked, shaking off her prurient thoughts.
“Click on that book over there and enter a book title.”
“Which title?”
“How about Kama Sutra?”
Catching her tongue between her teeth, she typed in the title and swallowed hard as his low chuckle shot tingles down her spine.
Cale was too hot. Sizzle-worthy and then some. His shaggy brown hair slid into wolfish blue eyes and his smile promised hours of wicked fun. He seemed best suited to back rooms with black lights, where he’d do very bad things to young, sexy babes while dirty-talking them through the most explosive orgasms of their lives.
He also happened to be young himself. As young as Tony, barely thirty. She’d seen thirty-nine on her last birthday and the next loomed far too close for comfort.
Theoretically both Tony and Cale should be off-limits. Which only made her want them more.
“Now hit enter. Then click on Marcia.”
With some maneuvering, Weeble Marcia pulled down a book. It flipped open the width of the screen, allowing her to read a sample. “Oh my gosh. That’ll work on any book?”
“Once I do some tweaks, yeah. I linked the Kama Sutra as my test title.” The hand on her leg flexed, his fingers lightly indenting her
skin. Her pussy flashed damp. Shit, he might as well have whispered details about the Tigress position in her ear.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Jeez, hadn’t Tony finished making his sandwich yet?
“Nice choice.” She turned her attention away from the screen to avoid reading anything sex-related. With the current state of her panties, she didn’t need any help. Unfortunately she faced Cale instead and found herself caught in his intense blue gaze. Sometimes his eyes seemed cold. Icy even.
Not right now.