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judging me either. She’s just curious.
    I’m fascinated and, for one second,
completely honest with her.
    “I can’t seem to help myself.”
     

CHAPTER SEVEN- Olivia
     
    How in the world did I let him talk me into
this?
    I’m standing in front of the main door of
Dual. I look long and hard at the sign. I have to smile. Dual.
Double. Two. Twins. It appears Cash is cheeky in every aspect of
his life. And clever.
    Dammit.
    It’s broad daylight and the parking lot is
empty. I’m having serious reservations about what I’m getting ready
to do. Nash has pestered me about letting him get me a job at the
club since Sunday night when my dad dropped me back at the
apartment.
    Even though it seems that Cash and Nash don’t
get along very well at all, Nash offered to bring me by and
officially introduce me to his brother. Stubborn idiot that I am, I
refused to even consider the job. But now that the weekend
approaches and I’m dreading going all the way back to Salt Springs
to work at Tad’s, I’m feeling more optimistic about working for
Cash. Unfortunately, Nash had to leave to go out of town again, so
now I’m stuck going in alone. And I’m having second thoughts.
Especially since the reason I’m most anxious to stick around town
on the weekends is to see more of Nash, who is strictly off
limits.
    You’re such a dumb ass! Talk about flirting
with disaster!
    I sigh and shift my weight from foot to foot,
debating what to do. I look longingly back at my car, the car that
Nash had a mechanic come look at and fix before I even got back
home on Sunday. Turns out it was something simple with a spark
plug, I think he said. But still… He had it fixed.
    I sigh.
    It’s the possibility of seeing more of Nash,
of him casually dropping by to check on me, that pushes me in the
direction of the door.
    I open it and walk into the dark interior.
Even in the middle of the day, very little light shines in through
the small, high windows.
    The bar looks totally different without the
wild lights and the wall-to-wall crush of bodies. The high tables
are clean and empty, the black floors are polished to a shine,
there is some kind of instrumental music pouring softly from the
speakers and the only illumination in the whole room is the backlit
liquor display cases behind the bar.
    Nash said Cash would be here all day, but I’m
beginning to think I should’ve had him set a specific time. I have
no idea where to look for him.
    My flip flops make a hushed flapping sound
against my heels as I make my way across the room. I walk to the
bar and pull out a stool to sit on, hoping Cash is keeping an eye
on the place since the door was open.
    I nearly swallow my tongue when Cash pops up
from behind the bar. “You must be Olivia.”
    “Holy mother of hell!” I say, grabbing my
chest to still my racing heart.
    He laughs. “With a mouth like that, you’ll
fit right in here.”
    If I weren’t so surprised, I’d probably take
exception to that comment. Instead, I laugh.
    “You bring out the worst in me. What can I
say?”
    Cash is wearing a black tank top that
perfectly showcases his muscular arms and the interesting tattoo
that adorns the left side of his chest. I try not to think of him
as mouthwatering, but that’s the word that keeps going through my
head.
    Dammit!
    He puts his elbows on the bar and leans in
closer to me. “That’s because you haven’t given me the chance to
bring out the best in you.”
    His voice is deep and quiet. His brow is
arched, much like it was that first night—in a suggestively
challenging way. I feel my pulse pick up.
    Good God, he’s even hotter than I
remember!
    Somehow, I’d managed to convince myself that
he wasn’t as appealing as Nash, that because he’s the bad boy of
the two, he’s less attractive. Sweet Lord, was I wrong!
    I try desperately to hang onto my brain and
make a better impression this time. I know I’ll only get this one
chance to redeem myself.
    I smile politely and respond.