Brent Cooper flopped down in one of the chairs before his sister's desk and glared at her. She'd become immune to his glares a long time ago, but he tried one anyway. She stared right back at him, her expression calm.

"It won't hurt you to help me, Brent."

"I don't think this is necessary."

Michelle clasped her hands together and rested them on the desk. Brent braced himself for the upcoming lecture. His sister was very good at lectures. "There are thousands of women in the Metroplex who might need an escort and would use Coopers' Companions if they knew more about us."

"We advertise in the phone book and newspaper. The proof of out big Christmas ad is on your desk. Our guys are busy almost every weekend, so our ads are working."

"They aren't working well enough. We need a presence on the web. Professional women are busy. They don't take the time to read the newspaper or look in phone books. When they want information, they do a search on the internet. I set up a website a couple of years ago, but it's outdated and boring. We need a fresh look. I want pictures and descriptions of the guys. I want a woman to drool when she clicks on Reese's or Daryl's picture."

"Or mine," he said with a grin.

Michelle rolled her eyes. "You are so full of yourself."

He shrugged. "I have eyes. I know what I see when I look in a mirror."

Brent had never believed in false modesty. All three Cooper children had been blessed with exceptional good looks, especially his older brother Zach. He'd been the star of Coopers' Companions until he'd met Jade Talmage and officially retired as an escort. They'd married two months ago.

Now Brent was the star. He had his choice of the prettiest women with the best bodies. He liked it at the top and planned to stay there.

Propping his ankle on the opposite knee, he linked his hands over his stomach. "So tell me about this Robin...whatever her last name is."

"Robin Howell. Jade recommended her. She just revamped the hospital's site. Jade said Robin did a great job."

"So she works in front of a computer all day. Her ass is probably as wide as our front door."

"Sheesh, you are such a jerk. What difference does it make how she looks?"

"I know what I like. What's wrong with that?"

She gave him a look that clearly said she didn't agree with his thinking. Too bad. Brent enjoyed beautiful women and wasn't ashamed of that fact.

The bell over the front door rang, announcing someone had come in. "That's probably Robin." Michelle stood and pointed a finger at him. "Be nice."

"Yes, ma'am."

He could hear the two women talking in the foyer, but couldn't make out their words. Not that he cared. He was only here because Michelle threatened his life if he didn't cooperate.

He chuckled. He loved to pick on his baby sister. Correction--younger sister. She quickly corrected him every time he treated her as a girl instead of a woman. She'd be twenty-seven in less than three weeks. He clearly remembered the ten-year-old brat who followed her brothers everywhere they went and made them miserable.

It was really hard for him to realize his little sister had grown up into such a lovely woman.

"Robin, this is my brother, Brent."m

He looked up, and felt as if he'd been tackled by the Dallas Cowboys defensive line. Robin Howell didn't look at all as he'd imagined. Golden blonde hair was held in place on top of her head in one of those funny-looking clips like Michelle used. Various shades of blonde flowed through her hair, not the single color of a dye job. He knew women could get that streaky look from a hairdresser. He'd bet next week's paycheck that Robin's was natural.

Hazel eyes were surrounded by long eyelashes thickened with mascara. She had an ivory complexion that probably tanned easily. Full lips, high cheekbones, a long neck, voluptuous body. She was an incredibly attractive woman.

Exactly his type.

Her eyes held the deer-in-the-headlights look. He loved having such a strong effect on women. He slowly rose from his chair, a welcoming smile on his lips.

She blinked her eyes and straightened her shoulders. After clearing her throat, she held out her hand to him. "Nice to meet you, Brent."

Lifting her hand to his mouth, he kissed the back. "Hi, Robin. I'm very pleased to meet you."

Michelle rolled her eyes again. "Don't mind him, Robin. Brent thinks all women find him irresistible."

"Only the ones with good taste."

Robin tugged her hand away from his. "Are you one of the escorts, Brent?"

"Yes, I am. Want to hire me?"

Huffing out an irritated breath, Michelle slapped him on the arm. "Behave. I don't want you scaring Robin off before we even get started. Why don't you make us some coffee or hot tea?"

"Which do you prefer, Robin?" Brent asked.

"Hot tea would be nice."

He flashed her his friendliest smile. "Coming right up."

* * * * *

Brent Cooper had been born to charm women.

It had taken Robin Howell less than one minute in the same room with Michelle Cooper's brother to make that determination. Tall, with a swimmer's broad-shouldered build, the handsome blue-eyed blond oozed sex appeal.

He made her think of walking sin.

Her stomach had clenched at the first sight of him, a natural reaction to seeing a man so attractive. His cocky grin and phony charm quickly squelched any desire. She'd dealt with a handsome, conceited man in the past. She didn't want to ever deal with another one.

"My sister-in-law Jade said you did a wonderful job for the hospital. She was very pleased."

Michelle's comment dragged Robin away from thoughts of the past and back to the present. "Jade was easy to work with. She gave me an idea of what she wanted and let me create."

"That's what I want too." Michelle sat behind the desk and motioned for Robin to take the chair next to her. "I have some ideas, but I want you to work your magic."

Robin removed her laptop from the leather case and set it on the desk. "I like to work with my clients and create the exact look they want. I'll show you how to make changes and upload them yourself should you choose to do so instead of my doing them."

"I'm good with numbers and flowers. I'm not so great with graphics. The website I created two years ago is way outdated."

Robin smiled. She liked Michelle's honesty. "You don't have to be great with graphics. I'll do all the hard, time-consuming stuff for you." She pulled a legal pad from a pocket in her case, along with a file folder containing her pricing information. "Here's a list of my costs. Naturally, the more you want on your website, the more it will cost. But I promise all my clients a twenty-four-hour turnaround. Once I design and upload your site, any changes you want will be completed in one day."

"Sounds good."

Brent came back in the room carrying a tray with three mugs of hot tea. Robin watched him set the tray on the desk. He winked at her before picking up one mug and returning to his chair.

He studied her as he sipped his tea. Robin could almost feel his gaze moving over her hair, her eyes, her mouth, and down to her breasts... checking her out as if she would be his latest conquest.

Fat chance of that happening.

Robin faced Michelle again. "We'll need a photographer to take pictures of your escorts."

"Nathan can take the pictures." A dreamy smile crossed Michelle's lips. "He's wonderful."

That dreamy smile told Robin that this Nathan was far more than an employee to Michelle. She made a note on her pad--have photographer. "We'll need to set up a time or times for the guys to come in." She looked around the spacious, comfortable office. "We could set up in here. There should be plenty of room."

"What about some outside shots?" Michelle asked. "The backyard still has flowers blooming."

"I doubt if our guys want to be photographed surrounded by flowers," Brent said, his lips curving in a smirking grin.

Michelle stuck her tongue out at him.

Robin lowered her chin so they wouldn't see her grin. Obviously Michelle could hold her own against her brother.

Once more composed, she looked at Michelle again. "I think the inside shots will be fine. It's still warm outdoors, but it's supposed to turn cold by Wednesday." She made another note on the pad--inside photos. "Does Nathan have back drapes or should I pick them up?"

"He has a black one and a silver one. I'm not sure about other colors."

"I'm thinking about making the background on your site either black or dark gray. I'd rather use a different drape than black. Maybe jewel tones depending on the escort's hair and skin color."

Michelle smiled. "I like that idea."

"What about black and white photos?" Brent asked.

Robin looked at Brent. He'd made a good suggestion. People often used black and white photos instead of full color on their sites.

Perhaps there was a brain behind that smirk after all.

"It's up to you and Michelle. I'll go whichever way you want. We can take both and see which ones you prefer."

Robin added check on drapes to her growing list. "Now, time of the pictures. Will your guys be able to come during the day or would evening be better?"

"Probably evening. Most of them have regular daytime jobs."

"When do you want me to start on your site?"

"Now."

Brent laughed. "My sister isn't the most patient person in the world, Robin."

A blush colored Michelle's cheeks. "I'm sorry. Would you rather wait until after Thanksgiving?"

"I'd be happy to start now. That'll give me the chance to work on it over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend. I have several design examples on my laptop. You can pick the one you like best, or I'll design something different if none of those please you."

"Chelle, you want me to email the guys about the pictures? I can do that so you and Robin can get started on whatever she wants to show you."

"That would be great. Thanks."

"I'll cover the phones. Why don't you and Robin go back to your office so you won't be bothered?"

Propping her elbows on the desk, Michelle held her own mug of tea in both hands. "Who are you and what have you done with my brother?"

Brent scowled. "Ha ha."

Her eyes twinkled with laughter over the rim of her mug as she sipped her tea. "I appreciate your offer." She set her mug on the desk. "Maybe some of the guys could stop by tomorrow evening so we can start on the pictures."

"Don't you need to talk to Nathan first?" Brent asked.

Michelle shook her head. "I'm sure he'll be fine with it. He doesn't have any plans until Thursday morning when he and Andre pick up Andre's brother at the airport." She turned to Robin. "Can you be here tomorrow evening?"

"No problem."

"We can split the guys into two groups--fifteen one night, fourteen one night. Or I guess fifteen both nights, since Brent is an escort."

Robin glanced at Brent. He would love to know what she was thinking. Perhaps she wondered how he'd be as an escort...and a lover.

He was excellent at both. He charmed a woman thoroughly while escorting her. More often than not, the evening ended in her bed. Never in his bed. He didn't believe in taking a woman home with him. He liked to give her pleasure, then go home alone. No awkward morning afters, no promises of seeing her again. It was a job and he made sure every woman knew that.

Both his siblings had fallen in love. That was fine for them. Brent was happy with his single life and planned to keep everything the same. He enjoyed fucking a different woman every week and saw no reason to give up his freedom.

"I'll want pictures of you and your brothers for the information page about the business," Robin said.

"Sure. Brent, will you call Zach and ask him to come over tomorrow evening?"

"I talked to him this morning. He'll be here this afternoon."

"Great." She turned back to Robin. "Since Brent is willing to watch the phones, we can go back to my office and get started."

"Okay."

Robin looked at him again as she closed her laptop. The woman was definitely interested. Brent wondered how long he should wait to ask her out.

He'd escorted a woman to a company wingding last weekend. She'd been in her early fifties and looked like she ate donuts for breakfast every morning. Brent had breathed a sigh of relief when she'd tipped him generously at her front door and said goodnight. Although it was always up to the escort if the evening continued after the social event, Brent would have performed as always if she'd shown any interest in sex, even though he would rather fuck a young, attractive woman.

Like Robin.

She wore a long-sleeved ivory jacket over a matching T-shirt. The shirt snuggled her full breasts. He guessed she wore at least a D cup. He was rarely wrong when it came to women's breasts.

The two women gathered up Robin's paperwork and laptop. He admired the gentle sway of Robin's hips in her brown slacks as she walked out of the room. She did have a mighty fine ass. He could hardly wait to grip it while he sank his cock into her wet pussy.

He pressed his hand to his burgeoning hard-on. Soon. He had no doubt he'd have her soon.

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