Chastity Malone stood in front of her boss, Colt Morgan, as they waited to see an acquaintance of Jett and Flynn Greyson’s, who owned The Phantom, nightclub and restaurant. Now that place was phenomenal. She stood in front of Colt, discussing the reason for the meeting and the fact that two bachelors, Nash and Riker Riley, were looking to redo their night club, The Jewelry Box. She would never even think of stepping into such a club on her own personal time. It was a haven for perverted men looking to get lucky and women who drooled and opened wide for men with deep pockets. And boy, did the Greysons have deep pockets. They were wealthy, and so were their close friends. That was a group of individuals she would never fit in with.
Chastity led a boring, conservative lifestyle. She made sixty thousand dollars a year working with Colt Morgan, and that was just fine with her. She didn’t date. She didn’t trust men, and surely, she didn’t have the ability or the flow of money to invest in things like owning a nightclub or seducing a billionaire.
She respected those who worked hard for their money, just like she did.
She had heard a lot about Nash and Riker. Colt warned her that they were difficult to deal with and that Riker had a bit of a drinking problem.
The door shoved open with a roar of laughter, as two gorgeous, sexy men entered. Following them were two other incredibly good-looking men, Jett and Flynn Greyson. She had helped them improve the restaurant part of their club, The Phantom.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Colt asked as each of the men shook his hand.
Chastity tried to calm her breathing. The amount of testosterone in the room, along with the muscles and good looks, was nearly overwhelming. Sexy designer-shirt-covered perfection stood around her. Suddenly she felt insecure and obsolete. These were four billionaires. All in one room, and all around her, smiling.
Yikes. Down girl. You can handle this.
“Who is this?” one man asked as he looked her over. She immediately saw that look in his eyes. She’d seen it before. She thought she was unaffected by such looks, but not from him. The man gave her goose bumps everywhere. This one had to be Riker. Colt warned her that he was a complete flirt.
“Riker, meet Chastity Malone,” Jett Greyson said then winked.
The others chuckled.
“Chastity, huh?” he asked then smiled. He r
eached for her hand, and when their fingers touched, he appeared affected. She felt that zing of attraction, and if she could, she would have given herself a swift kick in the behind.
“Hello, Chastity, I’m Nash Riley. It’s nice to meet you,” Nash said.
Riker immediately released her hand, but the reprieve was short lived as Nash took her hand next. Their eyes locked, and once again she felt a zing of attraction.
Not good. These men have reputations. They like to share women for crying out loud. Stay clear. Stay focused. Do your job.
“Nice to meet you both.” She pulled her hand from Nash and his odd, surprised expression. Suddenly, he looked pissed off.
“So, Chastity and I would like to know what exactly you two have in mind for The Jewelry Box?” Colt asked.
“Well, we need changes to be made. We’re not happy with the clientele or the staff.”
Chastity took out her leather binder and notebook and took notes. She crossed her legs, pushed her long, blonde hair over one shoulder, and then fixed her skirt. She realized that the room went silent, and when she looked up, all four men were watching her, and Colt cleared his throat.
“The first thing we need to do is visit the club. We’d like to see it during the day, and then at night. We’ll need access to your staff, the security you have, and the kitchen,” Colt stated.
Chastity swallowed hard. Riker was in a dead stare at her.
She felt self-conscious now. Is this what these men do? Do they stare at a woman like barbarians, and then decide if they want to make a move? Perhaps they shop for women like they shop for expensive cars and yachts and shit like that. Oh God, why am I shaking? Why is my pussy clenching? Well, you know why. They’re beautiful.
Riker and Nash were nearly identical, but as she watched them explain their likes and dislikes about their club, she saw some major differences in them. Riker was fast. Like a Bugatti Veyron, Riker was very fast. He liked instant, and no connections. He seemed ready to move on to the next thing as he added his comments then looked at his watch repeatedly as if he were impatient to move on to the next place. His eyes were a beautiful bold blue color. They stood out on his handsome face, as much as his very firm lips. He seemed arrogant, yet had already made several jokes that got them all to laugh.
Nash, on the other hand, was like a Ferrari, or perhaps even a Jaguar. He seemed discreet, conservative, yet debonair in his designer blue dress shirt and designer dress pants. His shoes were Fendi or some kind of high-end designer shoes. He had a small scar by his left ear. He looked right at her, and his dark blue eyes bored into her, making her turn away. But even as she scribbled some notes on the paper, she could see his face, and had already memorized his features. These twins could give any sane woman palpitations. She glanced at them again and found herself undressing them with her eyes. Boxers of briefs? Or perhaps, nothing at all.
Hell, what am I thinking? These men are all billionaires. They can have any woman they want. That fact alone is disgusting. Men like this are pigs. I don’t need that type of aggravation. Look what happened between Desi and I. The man can’t take no for an answer and is still hounding me to get back together. Like that would happen. I don’t even know him anymore. Hell, I never really knew Desi, and as he showered me with meals at fancy restaurants and beautiful things, I never dug deeper, or asked questions about his success. He simply told me he was born into money. God, I was so stupid.
“I have to admit, I haven’t been to your place,” Colt stated.
“How about you, Chastity? You’re in your twenties. I’m sure you and your friends have gone to The Jewelry Box,” Jett said. She jerked her head up, surprised and caught off guard at them including her in this part of the conversation. They had just been discussing the entertainment and how their ideas about solo performances started turning into near strip teases.
She looked up at him and then heard Riker.
“No way she’s ever been there. I would have remembered her.” He leaned back in his chair and looked her over like she was a piece of meat.