facial features were narrow to the point of being sharp, so she’d always sort of assumed that the rest of him was, too, but seeing him now from this angle, she saw that he had the broad shoulders of someone who knew the inside of the gym, tapering down to a narrow waist and long legs.
His brown hair curled down over the edge of his shirt collar, and she smiled as she realized that Seth Tyler needed a haircut. A strange little quirk for a man who was so exacting in every other way. Brooke somehow found it endearing that he hadn’t made time for it.
It made him more . . . human, somehow.
Oh, honey, she chided herself. You have it bad if you’re getting all panty-dropping hot about his overlong hair.
She checked her email as she half listened to him order a bunch of things she didn’t recognize. His Italian accent seemed on point, at least to her untrained ear, and she wondered how many languages he spoke. For some reason she was guessing it was at least three. If the man was this controlling over his sister’s wedding, there was no way he wouldn’t want to know what was going on with his international team.
Her phone buzzed with a text from Heather. How’d the dress shopping go?
Brooke responded, As you warned me. Completely scary.
Don’t worry, it’ll get a bit easier once they know you. Wish I could have been there for your first experience at Blanche.
OMG. Is it always like that?
Always. But some of my brides eat it up. #bridezilla
Brooke snorted. Did you just hashtag via text?
Sorry. Updating our social media accounts. Can’t turn it off. So who’d Maya end up going with?
TBD. Not Blanche though. She shut those bitches DOWN.
Love it, Heather responded. So you get a free pass on dinner with Big Brother then since Maya didn’t commit?
Brooke bit her lip, wondering how to respond. She’d told Heather about her unusual arrangement with the Tyler wedding, and her friend had seemed unfazed. And it wasn’t all that uncommon in wedding planning for the planner to run interference with meddling family members in order to keep the bride and groom happy.
And yet, somehow what she was doing with Seth felt completely different from the times she’d soothed a high-maintenance mother of the groom or sweet-talked a penny-pinching father of the bride into The Dress for his little angel.
Your silence has spoken, Heather texted before Brooke could come up with a response. And I approve. Looked him up. He’s HOT.
Brooke rolled her eyes and put her phone aside as Seth hung up his call and walked back toward her.
“All right, I lied. They said forty-five minutes,” he said.
“No problem.” She patted her planner. “I really do need to get an actual budget from you. It’s all very hypothetical at this stage, but this stuff tends to happen fast.”
“Don’t remind me,” he grumbled, setting his glass on the table and shrugging out of his suit jacket and loosening his tie.
Brooke tried to keep her eyes trained on his face and failed. His upper body, nicely accentuated by his crisp dress shirt, was, well, spectacular. “We don’t have to do this tonight. Talk about the wedding, I mean. We can reschedule for next week.”
His eyes met hers. “I’ll get there. Give me a minute.”
“Sure,” she said warily. “What do you want to talk about in the meantime?”
Seth’s gaze drifted hotly over her at the word talk, and she felt an answering surge of lust at the things they could do other than talk.
Brooke hadn’t had a casual hookup since college. She was more of a third-date kind of girl, preferring to make sure she actually liked a man before getting naked with him.
She wasn’t at all sure she liked Seth Tyler.
She also wasn’t at all sure she wanted to get naked with him.
Liar.
Okay, so she definitely wanted to get naked with him. But there were some people you just didn’t sleep with, and a client was absolutely on the list.
Seth seemed to read her mind, and the heat dimmed from his gaze as he lowered to the chair beside her. “You asked what I wanted to talk about.”
She nodded, grateful to be back on conversational rather than horizontal terms with the man.
He was studying her gaze. “What I’m about to ask might be construed as prying, so you can absolutely tell me to go to the devil.”
“Who I’m pretty sure is a friend of yours,” she joked gently.
Seth didn’t rise