Page 8 of Obey

Before Elias can answer, the door opens again and Jace walks in without a care in the world, curls still damp from the shower and his shirt hanging loose over his shoulders. One look at Elias sitting across from me and the half-eaten noodles on my desk is apparently all the entertainment he needs.

“Well, well,” He smiles as he looks between us. “If it isn’t my two favorite demons glaring at each other like divorced parents.”

I don't bother hiding my irritation. "Get out."

"Rude."

He ignores the dismissal and settles onto my lap, straddling me with practiced ease, as he slowly starts to unbutton my shirt.

"Jace," I warn, but he's already reaching for another button as his lips brush my neck, sending heat down my spine.

“Nate, you’re one spreadsheet away from a nervous breakdown. How about we take a little break?”

I catch his wrist before he can undo another button. He laughs, thoroughly pleased with himself as he nips at my jaw, sharp and playful.

“Fucking brat,” I groan, my head tipping back as he grinds down, pinning me to my own goddamn chair.

“You love it when I act out. Admit it.”

Across the desk, Elias watches with a faint smile, apparently content to let me deal with our brat myself. Jace rocks down against me, and I curse under my breath.

“You’re impossible,” I grit out, fingers digging into his hip to hold him still. I have work to do, and the little shit knows exactly how little convincing it would take to make me forget that.

“And you’re addicted,” he shoots back, eyes glittering. He tilts his head, kisses the edge of my mouth just to prove he can. “You can’t get enough of me when I’m bad.”

Elias rises from his chair and comes around the desk, settling a hand against the back of Jace's neck and his teasing grin fades, his attention shifting entirely to Elias.

"Off," Elias commands quietly. "Nate needs to finish his dinner. You can play later."

Jace pouts but slides off my lap. Elias keeps a hand at the back of his neck as he returns to his chair, pulling Jace onto his own lap once he's seated.

He gives my abandoned dinner a pointed look.

Subtle as a damn brick.

I straighten my shirt, grateful for the interruption even if I'll never admit it out loud. "You two are insufferable."

Jace laughs, leaning into Elias’s hold like it’s a game. “And you love us anyway.”

He leans toward Elias's ear and murmurs something in Spanish. I don't catch every word, but judging by the way Elias's arm tightens around his waist, I can make a pretty good guess.

Jace catches me watching and smiles.

Little shit.

I turn back to the tablet with Sloane Harper’s resume before watching the two of them becomes a much more appealing option than finishing my tasks.

"One interview," I say flatly. "Tomorrow morning. If she's not perfect, she's gone."

Jace perks up in Elias's lap. "Wait. We're finally getting an assistant?"

"An interview," I correct. "Don't get excited."

"Too late." Jace turns toward Elias. "Who is she?"

"Sloane Harper. Came in for the Client Experience position, but her qualifications make her a strong candidate for executive support."

"Oh, she's going to be perfect. I can feel it."