Ice Cold (An MMA Stepbrother Romance)

As the plane took off, Kiegan looked over at me.

“So, Tina. You met Josh already. He’s one of the producers over at NBC, basically he’s in charge of Kiegan Versus the World. You haven’t met Leanne yet, she’s my secretary. I noticed Leanne look up and smile at me for a split second before her eyes shot back to her screen.

“She works so hard, I could never do what I do without her.”

“So where do I fit in?” I asked. I honestly couldn’t see why someone needed both a personal assistant and a secretary.

“You’re in charge of basically my entire personal life. Everything that isn’t related to my business.”

“I thought you sold your business.”

“I did. I started a new one. I’m a venture capitalist now. But your job is bigger, since my personal assistant has to organize all of the stuff related to my new celebrity job.”

“So late night talk show appearances, that sort of thing?”

“Exactly. I knew you’d be a quick learner.” Kiegan shot me a smile that – if I wasn’t mistaken – might have actually been genuine! The waitress must have put something stronger than espresso in his coffee…

Leanne passed over a file of papers. “This is everything the last PA had organized,” she told me, and I opened the sheet. I would have laughed, if it wasn’t so terrible it was probably kind of sad.

“Well, I can see why you needed a new PA,” I told Kiegan as I looked at the single booking, an appearance at a boxing match that was taking place tomorrow – Wednesday – in Vegas. I figured the last person wasn’t exactly into her job.

“Yeah. Usually they quit, I haven’t had to fire someone in ages. Brianne was… not very good at her job.”

“If only you’d looked at your resume before hiring her,” Josh muttered. I immediately knew what he meant, and my heart sunk like a stone. God, I wished I wasn’t so attracted to my brother. I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t have those feelings, I knew my body shouldn’t react the way it did, but I was powerless to stop it.

Opening my laptop, I began to look at any events happening in Vegas over the next few days and started making a list of things Kiegan could do to promote his new show.

“Oh, I also organized a company phone for you,” Leanne remembered halfway through the flight, passing me a brand new iphone 6.

“Sweet, thanks!” I told her, taking my new toy and admiring it. I had still been using my old iphone 4 from high school, and rarely ever actually bought credit for it.

I grabbed a muffin and looked at my list. Kiegan had to take a phone call, and was now pacing the back of the plane, obviously not happy with the information he was getting. I, for one, was still enjoying the new luxury of the private jet, and while I sipped my coffee and ate my food, I made a mental list as to which things I wanted Kiegan to do the most.

Eventually, I narrowed my list down to three things I thought Kiegan should do more than anything else. The first was a publicised ride on that crazy swing thing at the top of one of the major buildings in Vegas. He had to do it, post the video to Instagram and Facebook, make sure all of his fans saw it. Second, I read on a gossip website that Jimmy Fallon was in town, and so I wanted to organize a little skit or something for the two of them that could potentially air on one of the shows the next week. Leanne looked super busy, I had to ask her if she had contacts for all the big late night guys later. Third, I figured a bit of news wasn’t a bad thing. I’d get Kiegan to do something stupid, maybe go swimming in those big fountains, get himself arrested but with a misdemeanour that would be brushed away quickly. I figured Kiegan would know what to do when I told him; after all, he was an expert at breaking the law and getting away with it, from what I’d been reading.

When we landed we were all bustled into a big SUV limo. It was kind of crazy, it was rich, but a type of rich that was so different to the Hunt family type. This was extravagant, over the top, just-because-I-can stuff, whereas the Hunt family was all about class and comfort while travelling, but without overdoing it too much.