Page 51 of Losing Ansley

"Well, yeah, we did. And I met one of her coworkers who is a creep, and now I'm worried about her." I blurt out. I'm not one for telling Ansley's business, but I'm still a little pissed at her for not telling the people she loves about this guy. Caroline plays with her necklace and rubs her palm over her belly; that's beginning to show.

"Sebastian knows someone," Caroline states, and I stare at her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I tell her, and she laughs, motioning to her head with her hand.

"Sorry. Pregnancy brain. Sebastian knows someone that could maybe do some digging into the guy." She explains, capturing my attention. I lean forward and motion for her to continue.

"His best friend Connor has a brother that used to be a detective or something. He's a professor now, but he still has connections and apparently can dig into people's past and stuff." I rub my hand along my jaw, thinking about what she told me.

"What information would he need to do some digging?" I ask her, and she shrugs.

"I don't know. I can ask Sebastian and let you know." She pauses, bringing her hand up to play with a piece of her hair.

"We're all going to hang out at Connor's house Friday night if you and Ansley want to come along. Bec's grandfather passed away recently, and we're trying to cheer her up as much as possible." I have no idea who Bec is, but I nod anyway. Before I can respond, Caroline is talking again.

"I'm sure Ansley will probably want to go anyway. She always liked Bec." I tilt my head.

"Who is Bec?" I ask her, and she smiles.

"Bec works for Sebastian at his gym." I shrug.

"If Ansley's going to be there, I'll be there, and I wouldn't mind talking to this guy. What's his name?" I ask her. A slow smile forms on her face. "What?"

"That's so sweet!" She exclaims, and I shake my head. "His name is Julian. There will be a lot of people there. Connor, Julian, Bec, my sister, Liv, Ansley, Sebastian, you, and me." She tells me, and I stare at her waiting to see if that's supposed to deter me. She lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "You just don't seem like a people person." She explains. I'm not. Not really.

"Like I said, if Ansley is going to be there, I'll be there." I've gone way too long, caring what other people thought about me having a relationship with Ansley. I don't care anymore. I change the subject to find out what her questions are about the emails and answer them. She makes a weird squeaking noise when she gets to my door, and my head pops up.

"Sorry!" She exclaims. As she covers her mouth and exits, closing my door. I shake my head and look back at my phone, grabbing it to see if maybe Dylan has sent me a text. Nothing. I want to throw my phone across the room, but I stop myself because then I won't be able to receive any notifications if I do that.

I'm this close to driving back to Atlanta to find out what the hell is going on when my door opens. My head pops up to see who the hell just walked into my office without knocking. There Ansley stands with a smile on her face but nerves in her eyes. I lean back in my chair and tighten my hands into fists, imagining turning her pretty ass a shade of pink. She closes the door and leans against it.

"Hi." She whispers nervously. I stare at her for several long moments; she's okay. She probably did this to surprise me, and that's okay. Taking a deep breath, I exhale slowly.

"Get your ass over here," I order, and she immediately walks around my desk. I push my chair away and pull her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her tight. I pull her against me and bury my nose in her hair.

"Ansley," I growl, and she wraps her arms around me.

"I wanted to surprise you, Lincoln." She bites back, and I can't help but smile into her hair. There's my girl.

"And I am surprised, but I have been so worried today. I even called Dylan." She buries her head in my neck.

"He called me and told me I better hurry my ass, or he would call you back and tell you." She mumbles, and I pull back.

"He knew?" I ask, and she nods, twisting her lips.

"I begged him not to say anything to you. You surprised me the other day, so I wanted to surprise you." She explains, and I pull her into a brief hard kiss.

"I should still spank that ass of yours." I declare, and she chuckles huskily.

"I'm still sore, so I'm not sure I can handle that." She glances away before meeting my eyes, and I see hesitancy in them. I cant my head at her.

"What?" I prod, and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. This should be interesting.

"I'm going to be home for a few weeks. So, I was thinking…." She trails off, and I wait patiently even though I want her to hurry up and tell me whatever she's thinking. She clears her throat.

"I was thinking you could fuck my ass." She whispers, and my cock goes on full alert. It was already half hard with her sitting in my lap, but now it is at full attention. I have to reach down and adjust myself, and she giggles.

"Fuck Ansley. You need to warn a guy before you say shit like that." She cackles, and I scowl at her.

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