Cav smiled. “Heather’s a go-getter. Extremely eager. Probably take her a little time to settle in, realize how demanding this job can be.”
“And Lance?”
“I can’t get a good read on him yet. But we’ll figure it out in time.”
Another knock sounded and I called out for the new arrival to come in.
Jamie opened the door and Cav instantly went to his feet. I smiled up at her. “Come in. Shut the door, please.”
She stepped inside, but she wasn’t smiling.
“Everything all right?” Cav asked her.
Jamie rolled her eyes and a small smile turned up the corner of her mouth. “My brother can be an idiot at times.”
That he could.
“Is that what brings you by?” Cav inquired. “You came to talk to Zeke?”
“I did,” she confirmed, her eyes moving between us.
The look on Cav’s face was one of disappointment, but it disappeared quickly.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly, moving toward her.
In a move that spoke of ease and practice, Cav enveloped her in his arms before planting a kiss on her mouth.
“Mmm. You smell good.”
Jamie smiled up at him, pure sunshine. “I was thinking the same about you.”
I remained relaxed in my chair, observing their interaction. I had to force myself not to think about strapping her down to my desk while Cav and I double-teamed her right here in my office. It was bad enough I continued to think about the other night, about how beautiful she’d been as Cav made her come with his tongue.
I exhaled sharply, forcing the thought away. “I was wondering if you’d like to come down to Dichotomy tonight.”
“Tonight?” Her expression said she was surprised by the invite. “I … uh … actually have plans.”
“To study?” I asked with a grin.
She chuckled. “No. I’m hanging out with my best friend Tiffany. Girls’ night in.”
“Ah.”
“But I’m here now,” she added with a grin.
True.
She was.
My eyes darted to the door.
And so was Zeke, just a few feet down the hall.
Hmm.
What to do, what to do.
Jamie
I HADN’T EXPECTED TO SEE EDGE WHEN I told Zeke I was heading to the Chatter PR offices. Getting to see Cav as well only made it an even better outing. I hadn’t had the opportunity to see either one of them since Wednesday morning, after they treated me to breakfast, then took me back to my apartment.
Although I’d been hoping to spend some time with them, my schedule hadn’t permitted. When I wasn’t at school, I had been at my apartment, furiously typing away. Although I’d been dreading writing my dissertation, there was so much information in my head, I hadn’t been able to ignore it. So, I’d started making detailed notes and doing more research.
I’d been so busy, in fact, I had declined Tiffany’s invitation to a Halloween party. And though she’d been disappointed, I had promised to make it up to her tonight. To go along with it, I’d also decided it was time to spill my guts and get my best friend’s take on the situation.
Which meant declining the offer to visit the club was my only option.
However, as I stood there in Edge’s office with both men staring at me like I was dessert and they hadn’t eaten all week, I was wondering exactly how any of us would be able to wait until the next opportunity presented itself.
“Well, I have an idea,” Edge stated.
I lifted my eyebrows, waited.
“Do you have anywhere you need to be?” His gaze shot up to the clock on the wall. “For the next hour?”
“No.” I glanced between the two men.
“What’s your color, sweetness?”
It took a second for the question to register, but once it did, I grinned. “Green.”
“Are you open to playing?” he asked.
“Here?” I inquired, trying to hide my surprise. “Now?”
“Yes.”
“Uh…”
“If you are, then lock the door.” Edge steepled his fingers. “Otherwise, have a seat and we can chat.”
I watched him momentarily, a little surprised by the option. When my feet got with the program, I turned back to the door and flipped the lock, setting my purse down on a small bookshelf.
“Are you sure you wanna play?” Cav asked. “Took you a minute there.”
“Positive,” I assured him with a chuckle.
“Then let’s play, sweetness,” Edge said firmly.
Admittedly, I liked the idea of playing with them. Although I had enjoyed getting a glimpse into some of the rules and protocols, this was what I wanted more of. Fun.
“Have a seat,” Edge said, motioning toward the leather sofa that was positioned on the other side of the room from his desk.
Cav perched on the corner of Edge’s desk as I moved around the coffee table cluttered with magazines.
Like my brother’s office, Edge’s was large and open, with floor-to-ceiling windows lining one entire wall. The decor was modern, very similar to Edge’s luxurious apartment, with a monochromatic color scheme. It was tastefully done and there was no stuffy, executive feel to the space.
