The Weekend Proposition - Ella Jade Page 0,22
to say.
“Hmm.” He ran his hand along his jaw. “That’s what the client said, but Tyler didn’t agree. At first they approved our initial mock-ups of the logo but nothing we do seems to make them happy.”
“I think they’re looking for something vintage. You should tell Vince to do something with black and white, maybe a hint of teal or purple to make it stand out, but the lettering should almost look like a pencil drawing. He’ll know what I mean.”
She sounded as if she knew this campaign and Vince well. He wondered what went on in that art department after hours. “Have you worked on this logo?”
She shook her head, but he didn’t believe her. “I’m the cleaning girl. Remember?”
“You’re much more than that.” He glanced at his watch. “I have to get downstairs. I’ll run your suggestions by Vince when we conference him in.” He gathered up the papers. “Thanks for your input.”
“No problem. It’s just a thought.” She grabbed the paper bag. “Don’t forget your muffin. I hope you like blueberry.”
“My favorite.” He took the bag from her. “Thanks for thinking of me.”
“It’s my favorite too, and you’re welcome.”
“I should be done in about an hour. Would you like to have lunch down by the lake? It’s supposed to be a nice day.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“I’ll have the front desk arrange a picnic for us.”
“You can do that?”
“Sweetheart, I can pretty much do anything.”
“Smug much?”
“It’s a gift.” He kissed her cheek because he couldn’t resist. “I’ll be back soon.”
On his way down to a small conference room, he thought about Coda’s suggestions concerning the logo. Maybe it was worth a try. Nothing else seemed to work. Perhaps they needed a fresh take on the topic. She seemed to know what she was talking about.
Tyler walked into the conference room with a bottle of water. His eyes blazed red and his hair needed a comb.
“You look good.” Spencer went back to reviewing the specs.
“How is it that you manage not to look hung over?” He plopped down in the seat across from him. “You drank me under the table.”
“I doubt that.” His brother was three years younger and had much more practice at weekend drinking.
“How do you think you got back up to your room?”
“I don’t remember.” Spencer shook his head, disgusted with himself. “That’s not like me.”
“You do have a lot on your mind.” He chugged his water.
“Tell me about it. The Bradford account will be the death of us all.”
“I’m not talking about that.” He grinned. “The scotch and then those shots of Jack got your gums flapping last night. You were very forthcoming about your little waitress from Brooklyn. Did you have a successful night?”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“You fell for the decoy.” His brother’s voice was filled with amusement. “That’s so not like you. You’ve only known her for a few days, but she’s very easy on the eyes so I can see why you want her.”
“As usual, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Right,” he said. “On the way back to your room you kept saying how you were going to throw caution to the wind and give in and do what you both wanted.”
“How do you even remember what I said?”
“I’m a seasoned drinker. I pace myself. You, on the other hand, were running some kind of race.”
“Hell.” He rubbed his temples. “Please tell me you’re the only one I spouted off to.”
“Just me.”
“Thank God.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’d have paid a lot more than a quarter of a million to be with her.” He laughed. “She looks like she’s worth it.”
“No.” He pointed at his brother. “Do you see, this is exactly why I can’t sleep with her? It can’t be about sex, not ever.”
“Relax, bro. I’m teasing you. From what you told me, Coda is attracted to you too. There’s no reason why you can’t keep your little proposition separate from what happens between the sheets. You told her upfront this weekend wasn’t about sex. If you both want to change the terms, I say go for it.”
“You would.” He rolled his eyes. “When have you ever turned down sex?”
“I’ve never seen you so twisted over anyone. You want her.”
“That’s irrelevant.” It didn’t matter that he wanted her. He couldn’t have her. He had to accept that.
“I think you’re nuts if you don’t take a shot at her.”
“You’re crude. We’re not discussing this anymore.”
“Whatever.” He finished his water. “What would you like to discuss?”
“We have a few minutes before