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“A week?” I asked Oleander.

“It’s a best guess. We don’t know how long it will go on. We still have no clue what they want.”

“What am I supposed to do for a week?” Yes, I could and would work, but staying in one place wasn’t easy. I was used to being at the hotel and my home. I had a routine, meetings, and a lot to do.

“Well, since Sylvan is going to be there too, we could have lots of sex.” He shrugged, no doubt trying his best to get both our minds off the danger lurking around Sylvan and us. “It’s just a suggestion.”

I lifted my eyebrow as I peered over at him. He had a point, a damn good one. This silver lining was apparently covered in orgasms.

Oleander stepped close to me, used his foot to push my chair away from the table, then dropped to his knees. His hands immediately went to my thighs, palms coasting over my slacks. The way my cock went from not even thinking about sex to being ready for anything was a record. No one had ever turned me on as Oleander and Sylvan had.

A knock on the door quickly put a halt to whatever was about to happen. It was for the best. While I would love nothing more than to bend Oleander over the table and fuck him until I could get my mind to shut off, it had to wait. I needed to speak to my staff and tell them what was occurring, so they were aware. If it were me and I worked for someone who had a security breach, I’d want to know. If they decided to take time off while this was sorted out, I wouldn’t blame them.

Oleander stood quickly, positioning himself behind my chair, fingers pressing into the leather by the sound it made next to my head.

“Come in,” I called.

Lana walked in dressed in a navy pantsuit. “You’re lucky I was on my way here already. Jordan called and told me to shove you out the door. Go home and pack, Em. I’ll handle your employees.”

“I need them to know what’s going on. They have a right to. Make sure they know they can take paid leave with their job guaranteed if they don’t want to be here.”

“I’m leaving out the part where this affects Jordan too. If they know that, the problem becomes much bigger and more terrifying to them. They tolerate him coming and going, always watching but not comfortable with him being here, except your manager. She’s been good about not taking Jordan’s shit.”

“They’re going to ask to speak with me.”

“If only I weren’t so good at talking my way out of situations. I wonder where I got that from? Oleander, get him the hell out of here. I don’t want this to be a scene and worry the longer you’re here, the more he’ll find something else to keep him tethered to the hotel.”

“You’re insufferable.”

She grinned. “I know. Your employees won’t leave, by the way. It’s kind of you to offer them time off, but they’re very loyal to you.”

“Let’s go,” Oleander said as he gave my chair a slight push.

“Fuck, you’re so damn bossy, both of you,” I grumbled. “It’s as if I can’t function on my own.” Oleander could basically do whatever he wanted to me. My sister was doing what she thought was best. Plus, she loved an opportunity to take control of a situation. I was as much of a control freak as she was in some areas, but not all. I’d let her have her fun with this if that was what we were calling it.

It didn’t take long for me to collect what I needed from my office and head home to pack. I had no plans on wearing suits since I wouldn’t be going to meetings, but I still brought two, just in case. Luckily, I didn’t require much.

“Anything you forget, we can come back and get it, or we’ll buy it,” Oleander said.

“Why bother ever leaving Jordan’s building at that point? I’ll just move in and let him handle my life.”

“At least you’re understanding the bigger picture now.”

I knocked my shoulder into his. “Asshole.”

He graced me with a handsome smile. “Yeah, but I’m half yours, so deal with it.”

That reminded me… “Any news on Sylvan yet?”

“Sheldon texted and said they’re on their way to Jordan’s. Syl wouldn’t put up a fight. Jordan had that code word for a reason. Sylvan would understand what he’d have to do.” He gave me a pointed look.

“At what point did I continue to argue about not leaving? Once Sylvan’s name was brought up and how he’s tied into this, I was fine with staying in Jordan’s building. Do I love the situation? Not in the least, but I’ll be near you and Sylvan. We can see each other often.”

“I’m not sure you fully understand where you’ll be staying.”

“Jordan has extra apartments in his building.”

“He does. You won’t be sleeping in one of those though. Neither will Sylvan.”