Page 18 of Her Three Tech Bros

“Hi. What’s your name?” I ask.

“Jade,” she responds with a sweet smile.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Her eyebrows lift in surprise. “Thanks for the compliment.”

“I’m Logan.”

“Nice to meet you, Logan.”

“I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you. I’m surprised you were able to get away from my friends.

“You could’ve joined us, you know. Why didn’t you?”

“I’d much rather talk to you alone without those two goons getting in the way. A girl like you deserves my undivided attention.”

“Oh yeah? Well, now that you’ve got me alone, what do you plan on doing with me?”

I lean in. “But we’re not completely alone, are we?”

She leans with me. “But if we were?”

I smirk. “You’ll have to find out.”

“When?” she asks, her face still inches from mine. My cock twitches, and I know without a doubt that I want her. I can finally see what made Ethan and Ryan so obsessed.

“Later this week?” I ask.

To my surprise, Jade eagerly reaches into her clutch and pulls out an old receipt and pen.

She writes on it and hands it to me. “Call that number and maybe we can get that alone time.”

As she floats back into the crowd, her words linger in my mind like some strange verbal agreement, filling me with excitement.

8

ETHAN

“Ihave a feeling I know exactly where we’re going,” Jade says.

I look over at her as I drive. She looks fucking stunning. Her long, curly black hair shines in the sun, flowing behind her from the wind. She’s wearing a short little red dress that dips dangerously low, showing just enough of that brown skin to tease me.

I picked her up at her apartment in my jet-black Bentley convertible, and thankfully, she’s not one of those girls who whines the whole time about her hair getting messed up.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, brow raised. “And where’s that?”

“You’re taking me out on some kind of boat, aren’t you?”

I chuckle, pulling into Marina del Rey, where I keep my yacht. “How’d you guess?”

“Why else would you be taking me to the ocean?”

“What if I had planned a nice beach day for us?”

“Hmm, you don’t strike me as a beach guy.”

“You’re damn right. I’d prefer to be out on the water, not staring at it from the sand.”

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