Turning on the oven, as per the instructions on the top, I turn it to the designated temperature and slide it in.
“Yes, I did, and like I say, she’s smoking hot.”
Now I regret saying that. I don’t want my brothers looking at Payton’s body.
“Jin is pissed that I gave you the swimsuit, by the way,” Atlas says. “If I get fired, you’re to blame.”
I snort.
As if he could get fired. Although, if he continues to be an annoying brother and I become CEO I will threaten him every single day just for fun.
I won’t, but the idea amuses me.
“I’ll get you a little apartment in the burbs and send you a birthday card every year.” I smirk to myself as I pour a glass of red wine.
“So you like her, huh?”
“No.”
“Liar,” Atlas says.
“Why did you invite her to your party?” I ask, sipping my glass of Petrus, the fine Bordeau merlot.
“God, I’m getting whiplash from this conversation.” Atlas bangs around his own kitchen and I lower the volume. “But in answer, because she probably has some nice friends and I like meeting new people.”
This time, I laugh out loud. “Bullshit.”
“Well, don’t ask when you know the answer. Watching you squirm all night, knowing you cannot touch her, is the best birthday present I could get.”
Shaking my head, I hover my finger over the end button and say, “Goodbye, Atlas.”
I hang up.
Why couldn’t I have been an only child?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE