Breaking the Bro Code. Stefanie London

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      ‘As if you could stop me talking.’ She sat up, shaking off her exhaustion, and kept her smile firmly in place.

      As Jasmine was about to leave, the door to the studio swung open. Col’s frame filled the doorway almost completely, his broad shoulders looking even wider with the fading light outlining him. He wore an intense expression, none of his usual cockiness present in the deep stare he gave her.

      ‘Hi, Ellie.’

      ‘Col.’

      Jasmine looked from Elise to Col and back again. She moved closer to the desk, hovering by Elise, looking as if she were about to strike.

      ‘It’s all right, Mama Bear,’ Elise said with a nod. ‘I can take him.’

      She frowned. ‘I’ll stay if you need moral support.’

      ‘It’s fine, go.’ Elise gave her friend a gentle shove with one sneaker-covered foot.

      Jasmine picked up her bag and walked past Col, setting a hard glare at him before she left without a word. Elise stifled a smile, Jasmine was nothing if not fiercely loyal.

      ‘Not a fan, I see.’ Col came forward, crossing the small room in only a few strides.

      ‘Makes two of us,’ she said, trying to keep her teasing light though it sounded loaded as a drawn weapon. ‘Maybe I should start a Facebook group.’

      He wore a pair of fitted jeans, which were beginning to fray at both knees, a white T-shirt that looked so good it should have been illegal and a pair of black Chucks. His dark hair was unstyled, curling at the edges where normally it would be tamed into place with hair product. A thick, leather cuff on his right wrist offset tanned skin. He’d been outside; she could see the sunshine on him. He was too delicious for words and she hated her body for every traitorous reaction it was having.

      ‘No need to be hostile.’

      ‘What do you want, Col?’

      ‘I want you to reconsider.’

      He leant against the desk, his scent making her heady. Faded aftershave mixed with sun-drenched skin, a hint of cinnamon and something else...something entirely male.

      ‘Have you forgotten our chat last night?’ She forced her eyes away from his chest. ‘I gave you my answer already. Twice now, if memory serves me correctly.’

      ‘So you’ll let this studio fail to spite me?’ He leant forward, brows crinkled. ‘We can help each other.’

      ‘I don’t want your help.’

      ‘That might be true, but you do need my help.’

      Without the buttoned shirt, the dress trousers and the expensive shoes he looked...normal. Just like the boy she remembered from the night she lost her heart, the night she came undone so badly she’d never been able to piece herself back together. A night of muffled cries, sweat-drenched skin and a passion so intense she’d never been able to replicate it. In fact the last few attempts had fallen so far short she’d about given up.

      He stared down at her, his eyes making her skin flame. ‘You could get rid of one of your teachers,’ he went on. ‘Which one? I know you won’t get rid of Jasmine—she’s too good a friend. What about the redhead, Missy? You’ve known her forever too. Could you really put her out of a job? Or there’s that other girl—’

      ‘Stop it!’ The cry sprang from her with such fury that Col stopped midsentence.

      He closed his mouth, quietly assessing her. Her heart pounded a staccato-like beat, the throbbing in her head matching its pace. She felt as if she were about to explode from the stress, the sleeplessness, the frustration. A confused knot of emotion swelled within her, threatening to burst forth with the slightest provocation.

      ‘You can’t come back here and manipulate me into helping you,’ she said through gritted teeth. ‘You don’t get to do that to me. You were the one who left.’

      You were the one who ruined everything.

      Col’s eyes clouded over, his mouth pulling into a thin line. He pushed up from the desk and turned so he was facing her dead on. His hands landed on the desk’s surface with a hard thud, his face inches from hers. She could see the rolling storm cloud of emotion in his eyes; the passionate anger, the five-year stockpile of guilt, the desire to fight.

      ‘I did you a favour in leaving, Elise. I did us both a favour.’

      ‘Bull.’ She dragged her eyes away, wishing for a moment that he would give up on her.

      ‘I promise if you help me I’ll make sure your ballet studio never suffers again. I’ll make sure you never suffer again, and I will stay well out of your life.’

      * * *

      For a moment he wondered if she might hold her ground. He knew she must hate him for leaving—hell, he hated himself for leaving—but that didn’t change the fact that it was the best thing for them both. Her family had taken him in and he’d promised her brother that he’d never lay a hand on her...except he did. In fact he’d laid both hands, his mouth and everything else he possessed on her. It had been the best night of his life...but boy had he paid. He’d lost his best friend and thrown the kindness the Johnson family had shown him back in their faces.

      Since then he kept things casual, always casual. One-night stands were the preference, though occasionally he let it stretch on to a second or third night. But never longer than that. No one would ever compare to her, so what was the point in trying?

      But there was no way he could let history repeat itself. He wasn’t hanging around and he didn’t want to hurt her. That kind of mistake wouldn’t happen twice.

      ‘Strictly business,’ she said. ‘I don’t want you trying anything funny.’

      ‘You have my word.’ The tension melted out of his muscles, his shoulders dropping down to their normal position.

      She sighed. ‘I still don’t think I’m the right person to help you with this.’

      ‘You are.’ He nodded. ‘I’m sure of it.’

      ‘Fine, let’s meet tomorrow to go over the details and then you can tell me what it is you think I can do.’ She waved a hand as if to dismiss him. ‘I’ve got to get home.’

      ‘Tomorrow it is. We could meet for breakfast?’ He knew she had a weakness for bacon and eggs. Perhaps her favourite food might help her ease into the idea of working with him.

      ‘The old place we used to go on Saturdays.’ A glimmer of a smile crossed her lips.

      ‘The one with the green eggs.’

      She nodded.

      * * *

      He got to the café early, though he told himself it was nothing to do with securing the private little booth down the back. He was a morning person, so it made sense to arrive early. Totally rational behaviour.

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