Page 128 of Redemption

Jasper gave me a once-over, lingering on my rumpled shirt. He arched an eyebrow, and I realized the innuendo only too late. I cringed. So much for making a good impression.

“I’ll just wait in the living room until she’s ready. Graham, Knox, and Nate should be here soon, so you might want to—” He pointed at me and made a circle with his finger.

Graham, Knox, and Nate were coming too? Shit.

“Help yourself to a drink,” I said, feeling awkward as hell. “I’ll be right back.”

He arched one eyebrow, and I ducked back into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. Sloan had already pulled on a casual dress and fixed her hair. The sheets were rumpled, her lips were still swollen from my kisses, and I ached to climb back in bed with her.

“No luck getting rid of Jasper, huh?” She sounded equal parts exasperated and smug.

“He insisted on waiting. He said that Graham, Knox, and Nate should be here soon.”

Sloan tilted her head back to the ceiling. “Why? Why do they all have to come now?”

“I don’t know.” I stepped closer, placing my hands on her hips. “But I hope it doesn’t take long, because I have plans for us.”

“Mm.” She grinned. “Tell me more.”

I gripped her chin, kissing her deeply and passionately. I slid my other hand up her ribs until I was cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers.

“How ’bout I show you?” I whispered.

“Yes,” she moaned. “More.”

“Sloan?” Jasper called.

“Coming,” she chirped. She pulled her shoulders back. “If I’m not back in five, come out with some excuse.”

“Okay. Deal.” I smacked her ass. She winked at me over her shoulder.

I went over to my suitcase and pulled out a fresh shirt and pair of pants. I changed, and the door to the suite opened then closed again. I could hear more male voices join the conversation.

I waited a few more minutes, checked my appearance in the mirror, then went out to the living room. Nate greeted me with a warm handshake and a smile, as did Knox. Jasper gave a polite wave, and Graham stood.

“Ah. And here’s our new chief of security now,” he said, coming over to me. “Jackson.” He shook my hand, his gaze assessing.

“Mr. Mackenzie.”

“Oh, please—” Sloan waved a hand through the air. “You don’t need to be so formal, Jackson. You can call him Graham.”

“I heard there was an incident in Puerto Rico.” Knox smoothed a hand over his beard.

“Graham,” Sloan gritted out. “You promised not to mention that.”

Sweat dripped down my back. I knew why she’d told him. She’d wanted to make sure all the photos of us were destroyed. I’d agreed. He was skilled and discreet. But that didn’t mean I liked it.

Hell, if our roles had been reversed, if it were Greer we were talking about, I would’ve wanted to kill me.

“What kind of incident?” Jasper asked, frowning.

Sloan glared at Graham. “It’s been taken care of.”

Knox regarded us with concern, but Jasper wasn’t ready to let it go. “As a co-owner, I’m entitled to know.”

Sloan sighed and threw her hands in the air. “Fine. Edward’s sister, Amelia, tried to blackmail me into giving her fifty million dollars.”

“She what?” Jasper’s voice boomed, along with similar expressions of outrage coming from Nate and Knox.

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