Under Pressure (2 page)

Asher leaned forward, sliding the keyboard he’d been holding onto the top of his desk. “Trust me when I say you need to find someone else.”

She’d known, the moment she’d realized Asher was the only option she had, that he wouldn’t want to do it. She’d anticipated his refusal, his arguments and hadn’t counted out the possibility of a full-blown tantrum.

What she hadn’t expected was the earnest, intense way he stared at her as he evenly announced he wasn’t the man for the job. For a second she almost believed he had a valid reason for refusing.

But then she realized who she was talking to and swallowed back the unwelcome well of concern. Asher didn’t deserve it. He was playing her, nothing more.

Leaning forward, Kennedy chucked him under the chin. “Sorry, frogman, time to take one for the team.” And then turned to leave.

Stopping at the door, she tossed a warning glance over her shoulder. “Our plane leaves at nine in the morning. If I have to hunt you down, I’ll make you regret it.”

* * *

A
SHER
UNCLENCHED
HIS
fists from the arms of his chair. Blood rushed back into his fingers.

He could feel the tension building inside his body. Just the thought of what she was asking him to do...

First, his shoulders and back tightened. Then his stomach cramped, tying into knots any sailor would be proud of. His throat closed up. His mouth went dry. And his tongue suddenly felt useless, four times bigger than his mouth.

Familiar symptoms for a major problem he couldn’t seem to conquer no matter how hard he tried. His body reacted the same way to any stressful situation. Had since he was six years old.

The sensations were so familiar. Straight out of his childhood nightmares. The memories, the taunts. The humiliation and embarrassment. Everyone staring as his mouth stumbled and refused to form the words his brain was screaming.

He was a goddamned navy SEAL. Was the toughest of the tough, could stare down terrorists, defuse bombs and take a bullet with barely a flinch. But this, this one weakness he’d been struggling with for so long, he couldn’t master.

Over the years he’d perfected avoidance tactics, successfully extricating himself from situations likely to trigger his speech impediment. Hell, even his best friends weren’t aware of his issue.

And he wanted to keep it that way.

Unfortunately, Kennedy’s request—no, demand—was going to blow that possibility straight out of the water.

And to put the icing on this craptastic cake, she would be there to witness his humiliation.

There was no doubt in Asher’s mind that just her presence was going to make the situation ten times worse. There was something about Kennedy Duchane that got under his skin.

Her scent. Her take-charge attitude. Her ability to call him on his bullshit and the way she stared at him out of those whiskey-brown eyes.

The fact that there was no way on God’s green earth he could touch her even though that was the only thing he wanted whenever she was close.

Even now, the scent of Kennedy’s perfume lingered in his office, taunting him long after she was gone.

It bothered him, the way she could affect him without even trying. The way his body always seemed to overrule his brain.

Kennedy was off-limits. His best friend’s little sister, his employee, not to mention nine years younger than he was. There were so many reasons to keep his hands to himself, but the more time he spent with her the harder that seemed to be.

His solution was to avoid Kennedy as much as he could. A little difficult considering she worked for the company he co-owned. So when that wasn’t possible, he did his best to push her away with snarky comments.

Lucky for him, she was easy to manipulate. Because he suspected if she ever realized how much power she held over him...she wouldn’t hesitate to use it.

And he could admit he’d probably earned her wrath.

The project she was ready to throw him headfirst into was a bad idea on multiple fronts. How the hell had he ended up in this situation?

More importantly, how could he extricate himself before everyone in his life discovered the secret he’d been hiding for years?

Picking up the phone, Asher dialed Knox’s cell.

He didn’t bother with pleasantries, just launched straight into the attack when his friend answered. “What the hell, man? You on death’s door?”

“Feels that way,” Knox croaked.

“Bullshit. I’ve seen you crawl through mud with a bullet hole oozing blood. I had a temp of one-oh-one when we took that little village outside of Kandahar. Suck it up, buttercup. We need you.”

“I’m not—” Knox’s words cut off abruptly, and he could hear the sound of scuffling in the background before a smooth, soft voice came on the line. “Asher, whatever you want, the answer is no.”

“Firecracker,” Asher said, a grin tugging at his lips.

Now, Avery Walsh was a woman he liked. And it wasn’t just because she delighted in giving his friend shit. That had a lot to do with his affection for her, but she was a force to be reckoned with all on her own. “How’ve you been?”

“I’m wonderful, but Knox feels like crap.”

“So he was saying.”

“I’ve already talked with Kennedy.” He could hear the suppressed humor in Avery’s voice and wanted to hate her for it, but couldn’t quite muster up the energy.

Damn Kennedy for her organizing tendencies and preemptive strike.

“Listen,” he started, modulating his voice into a smooth tone with only a hint of cajoling thrown into the mix.

“Don’t even start,” Avery warned. Asher wasn’t sure he liked the fact that the women in the group talked to each other on a regular basis. It was definitely becoming a problem for him.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Ash. Not this time.” She didn’t even bother to hide the laughter warming her words. He probably should have taken offense, but didn’t.

“I’m glad you think this is funny,” he drawled, leaning back and propping his feet up into their normal position on the edge of his desk.

His entire body relaxed, sinking down into the forgiving leather of his office chair.

This was familiar territory, bantering with a beautiful woman. Safe and comfortable, especially because he knew nothing he did or said could tempt Avery away from the man she loved.

“Trust me, it’s funny as hell,” she said. “Your pretty face is finally working against you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, you know you’re beautiful, Asher. And you use it to your advantage.”

Shit, he didn’t see anything wrong with that. The navy had taught them all to use the assets they’d been given. He was just following orders, nothing more, nothing less.

“It’s gratifying to see it turned against you for a change,” Avery continued.

“You know, I really liked you, doc...before you turned into such a ball buster.”

Avery chuckled, completely unfazed. “Your charm isn’t going to get you out of this one, sailor. Sorry.”

It had been a long shot, but one he’d had to at least try. Because the alternative... A cold wash of dread rushed through his body.

Saying goodbye to Avery, Asher disconnected and stared at his computer screen without actually seeing what was there.

Shit. He was out of options.

He’d stared down heartless terrorists. Watched as boys who were barely strong enough to hold the guns they were using died in a war they likely didn’t understand. He’d jumped out of perfectly functioning airplanes and plunged his body into raging cold seas. Putting his own life on the line was nothing new. Danger and fear were nothing new. That kind of stress he could easily deal with, because he was equipped to handle it. Felt comfortable and confident in his skills and training.

So why the hell couldn’t he conquer this?

The only easy day was yesterday
.

Today, the Navy SEAL motto was cold comfort. Taking a deep breath, Asher forced himself to relax his body. He would find a way to make this work.

Kennedy hadn’t given him any other choice.

And he’d be damned if he’d let her see him at his weakest.

* * *

K
ENNEDY
HALF
EXPECTED
to have to track Asher down, which was why she’d told him nine when their plane really didn’t leave until ten. Padding in extra time for disaster had simply been good strategy.

Until the man actually strolled up to the gate at eight.

She should have been relieved. She wasn’t. Because that meant they had an hour and a half to kill sitting outside their gate before their flight boarded.

Asher folded himself into the uncomfortable chair next to her, the bench kind with chrome arms sticking out to delineate each seat from the next. Why hadn’t he taken one chair down?

His shoulders rubbed against hers, forcing Kennedy to shift into the opposite corner to get away from him.

The flight was going to be hell.

“Nine, huh,” he murmured in that deep, dark voice that always managed to send a shiver down her spine.

The only outward reaction Kennedy allowed was for her mouth to tighten into a frown.

“I suppose I deserved that,” he said, stretching his legs out until they practically touched the bench on the opposite side of the aisle.

He was tall, at least a couple of inches over six feet. With wide shoulders and a narrow waist that tapered into the most perfect tight ass she’d ever seen. He could wear the hell out of a pair of jeans. Or a business suit. Or a wet suit.

Wait, what had they been talking about?

“Yes, you did. I’m just glad I didn’t have to chase after you.”

The minute the words left her mouth, Kennedy regretted them. She held her breath, waiting for the smart-ass comment she knew was coming.

“Darlin’, if I’d known you wanted a chase, I’d have been happy to oblige.”

Kennedy raked him with the sharp edge of her gaze. “I don’t chase.”

Asher’s lips tugged up at the edges. “No, I can’t imagine you would, baby girl.”

God, she hated when he called her that. But she’d given up reprimanding him for the slight a long time ago.

She needed to pull this conversation—and the entire trip—back to center. And the fastest method for that was reminding him—and herself—just what their purpose was.

Reaching into her bag, Kennedy pulled out the glossy dossier she’d prepared for Asher and handed it to him.

He took it, his big fingers tangling with hers for a moment before finally letting go. Asher stared at her for several seconds and then glanced down, flipping through the papers.

She’d taken the time to write up a detailed agenda for the trip and included that along with a draft script. She’d thrown in some background information on the production team and even included a copy of the proposal she’d submitted when pitching them the idea for the show.

He studied it, silent and still. And yet, Kennedy could practically feel the energy vibrating beneath his skin. Or was that just her imagination?

Closing the cover, Asher let out a low whistle. “You need a hobby.”

“No, I don’t.”

His eyes cut to her above the frosted edge of the plastic she’d placed on the front and back of the document. He held her gaze, to the point where she wanted to squirm beneath the pressure of his scrutiny. But she wouldn’t.

That was the thing about Asher that she’d learned early on...he was excellent at spotting and exploiting weaknesses while keeping any he might possess firmly under wraps. She worked damn hard at making sure not to reveal any to him. Or any more.

It was bad enough that he’d been an unwanted part of the most humiliating night of her life.

No matter how hard she worked or how competent she was, she didn’t think she’d ever live down that night. At least not with Asher.

“Look, this shouldn’t be difficult for you. You’re charming and gorgeous.”

“Thanks.”

Kennedy ignored the self-confident grin that curled his lips. “The camera will love you. You’ve got the script. Do me a favor and look over it on the plane.”

Maybe that would keep him occupied for a while and out of her personal space.

His gaze raked across her body, lingering on the low V-cut neckline of the T-shirt she’d thrown on this morning. It was unremarkable and not her normal office attire. But they were heading for Nassau where they’d meet up with the
Amphitrite
before sailing out to open sea.

She would not apologize for dressing comfortably, even if the way he was watching her made her regret not putting on the business clothes she typically used as armor.

His chest rose and fell as he leaned farther into her. Kennedy wanted to move away, but her body wouldn’t listen to the commands her brain was screaming.

God, he smelled good. That was the only clear thought running through her overwhelmed brain.

“Are you sure that’s what you want to do on the plane, Kennedy? I’m sure we can think of...more pleasant ways to pass the time.”

She blinked. Her body swayed. Somehow her hand ended up planted in the center of his chest. His wide, strong, hard chest.

A jangling sound startled her, breaking the spell. She jerked back, realizing it was the ringtone on her phone.

A smirk tugged at the edges of Asher’s lips even as a single, wicked eyebrow crooked up. The man knew exactly what kind of effect he had on women. Any woman with a pulse.

Irritation flaming through her, Kennedy snatched up her phone and said, “Hello,” without even looking at her screen.

“Ms. Duchane? This is Simone from Masters, Dillon and Cooper.”

Kennedy’s eyes widened. Her heart leaped into her throat and then immediately dropped to her toes.

This was the phone call she’d been waiting weeks to receive.

Pushing to her feet, she cut Asher a quick glance and then walked away. She really didn’t want him to hear her side of this conversation.

Crossing to the other side of the busy terminal, Kennedy tried to find a quiet corner.

“Hi, Simone. It’s great to hear from you. I’m sorry about the noise, but I’m at the airport waiting to board a plane for work.”

“Well then, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to let you know that everyone at the firm was very impressed with your résumé and your Skype interview. If you’re still interested, we’d like to offer you a position.”