Blitz (Blast Brothers #3) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,2
went into the smallest of campaigns. And nothing – not even a local festival – would be trolling this hard for a major sponsor at such a late date.
In front of me, the blonde said, "Good. Then you can sponsor one."
I wasn't following. "What?"
"A barbecue," she said. "Just think of it. Tomatoes, tomato sauce, barbecue sauce. They all go together, you know?" She smiled. "And you could be a judge or something."
Holy shit.
This chick was serious.
Either that, or my bullshit detector was majorly on the fritz.
I gave her a look. "A judge?"
"Well, yeah," she stammered. "I mean, you are a celebrity, so you could, oh, I dunno…like see who makes the best chicken or something."
I was still staring. "Chicken."
"Or ribs." She gave a shaky laugh. "I'm just saying…a tomato is a tomato, right?"
Now I was the one frowning. This chick wasn't serious. She was nuts. This shouldn't have been a surprise.
I was a magnet for crazy chicks.
If you'd asked me six months ago, I'd have said this wasn't a bad thing. But the truth was, I was reevaluating everything these days, including my history of taking up with the mentally unbalanced.
And even though the blonde in front of me was claiming that her proposition was all-business, I could practically smell her desperation. I'd smelled it before, and never on the business side.
On top of that, her mood swings were one hell of a red flag.
Just a minute ago, she'd looked ready to slap me. But now, she was smiling so wide it looked painful. The smile was still there when she asked, "So, what do you think?"
I wasn't one to lie. "I think you're nuts."
Her smile vanished. "What?"
"You're nuts," I repeated, "which is why I'm not interested."
"You mean…" She shook her head. "In sponsoring the festival?"
"No." I gave her a meaningful look. "In anything."
Now she was glaring again. "For the last time, I'm offering you a business proposition. That's it."
Yeah, right.
That's what they all said. "Nice story."
"It's not a story," she said. "It's the truth."
"Uh-huh."
She made a sound of frustration. "Will you please just step inside so I can explain?"
Nope. Not a chance. The last time I'd done such a thing – in this same coffee shop, by the way – it had ended with the barista's lips around my cock. Her idea, not mine.
But I hadn't said no. And that, too, was a problem. I'd felt like a scuzz-bucket ever since, and not only because we'd been caught by the shop's owner, who hadn't been nearly as enamored of me as the barista.
Or should I say former barista?
"Forget it," I said. "I've got someplace to be."
The blonde gave me a pleading look. "Then maybe can I schedule a meeting or something?"
"With who?"
"You." She cleared her throat. "And me. Obviously." She extended her arm and pointed toward our company headquarters. "Look, your office is what? Six blocks away? Come on. Just give me ten minutes. You name the time. I'll be there. With PowerPoints and everything."
Already I'd heard enough. Whether she was full of it or not, the answer remained the same. "Look, even if you're serious, it's too small."
"What do you mean?"
"It's small potatoes, which means you're talking to the wrong guy." This was true. Yeah, I oversaw the whole marketing and advertising budget, but I had plenty of people below me. They were the ones who handled the local do-gooder stuff, not me.
And I wasn't going to waste their time any more than my own.
The pretty blonde shook her head. "But it's tomatoes."
"What?"
"It's tomatoes," she repeated. "Not potatoes. You did hear that, right?"
Was she serious? I almost laughed. "What, you've never heard the phrase 'small potatoes' before?"
She bit her lip like she didn't know what to say. She had nice lips, sweet and full, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was drawing attention to them on purpose.
Probably.
Too bad for her, she was months late to the party. I turned to go, only to stop when she called out, "But wait!"
Against my better judgment, I turned back to look. I said nothing, even as she hit me with those baby blue eyes of hers. Shit. A guy could get lost in those eyes if he wasn't careful.
I hadn't always been careful, especially where women were concerned. But I was a new man – or least, I was trying to be.
Shit like this wasn't making it any easier.
She said, "You did hear it was a major sponsorship, right?"