Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” I say, and I mean it.
“Now, can we talk about my brother?”
“What about Beckham?” August asks, looking between us. “Is he being an ass at work?” I avert my eyes. “Oh, okay, I get it. I’m going to head inside now.”
When I look at Rylee, she’s smirking.
“Do you like him?”
“No.” I know she means her brother. “He’s a damn asshole,” I tell her.
“That he is,” she agrees. “But he is also pretty amazing if he lets you in.” She shrugs.
“That will not happen. And what happened between us will never happen again,” I say more to myself than to her.
“Okay, that’s fine. If you want to transfer, just tell me. It’s got to be awkward for you, right?”
“No, not really. If he can act professional, I can, too.”
Rylee raises an eyebrow. “I’m going to not comment on that. I guess we will see how it goes?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, well, Shandy and I are having a girls’ night out this Friday because she needs it after her break up. Would you like to come? August already said he can have Oliver if you’re keen?”
I look back to the house.
“Sure.”
“Good. Come over after work, and we can get all done up, feed the kids, then go out.”
I nod as we walk back inside. The last time I went out with the girls, I met Anderson and fell pregnant.
Yes, that’s how boring my life is.
And the time after that, I got drunk with a few girls, and I slept with my boss.
Damn, my track record for drinking doesn’t look good.
Chapter 15
Beckham
Jacinta’s at her desk when I walk in. She’s sitting there in a tight dress that hugs all her curves. And believe me, under that dress are perfect curves. Curves that I traced with my hands.
I like a woman with hips.
Her hazel eyes shoot up to meet mine, and she smiles, but I don’t return it.
“Good morning,” she sings.
It is not a good morning.
This morning I woke up with a fucking hard dick that I had to pull in the shower just to get it to soften.
And that shit’s all because of her.
I hate her.
But I would like to bend her over her desk and fuck her again.
The struggle is real.
“Why are you here early?” I bark.
“Because you sent me a message last night asking me,” she says, the smile still on her face is driving me crazy.
“Why the fuck are you smiling?”
She shrugs, the smile not leaving. “It’s a good day.”
Somehow, I contain the eye roll.
“Nothing is ever good about Monday.”
“We have two meetings straight away, your coffee is on your desk, and the first client should arrive at any second.”
I eye her. “Bring him in when he gets here.” With a quick spin, I walk into my office, and just like she said, my coffee is on my desk along with the paperwork needed for today.
Not long later, the client arrives, and Jacinta laughs at something he says before they sit. I keep my eyes off her while she sits there and takes notes, and when we’re finished, she stands and escorts him to the door with her hand on his shoulder as she giggles. Dammit! I have to remember not to call her out. To act professionally. But when she continues to walk with him, I call her back. She says goodbye, and when she returns, the smile that was on her face is still there.
“What can I do for you, sir?”
“Stop trying to fuck my clients for one?”
Her smile falls and fast. “What did you just say?” Her hand goes directly to her hip.
I get out from behind my desk and walk over to her. “Did I stutter?”
“Beckham.”
We both turn at my name being called. Archie walks in, and he smiles at me, and when his eyes fall to Jacinta, I see the glint of admiration in them. He likes what he sees.
“Do you not know how to knock?” I ask.
Jacinta’s eyes go wide, and she pastes a welcoming expression on her face, playing it off when Archie looks at her.
“No, not when I pay you what I do. Now, where the fuck is my money?”
“Where you left it! In the bank, in a trust account. How much have you fucking smoked today?”
“I’ll just head out,” Jacinta says quietly while pointing to the door.
“No need, sweetheart. I’m just here to pull his balls. Someone needs to since it seems the only people who like to give him a taste of his own medicine are his sisters. Everyone else is too scared to tell him how it is.” Archie smirks.
Archie and I went to school together. Our lives took different paths, mine on the straight and narrow, Archie’s not so much. Archie’s mother went bankrupt after we finished school, and while I was drowning in my own pain, Archie decided to create his own business.