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Lori’s smile grows.

Damn it.

“What did he say?”

She looks up at me and smirks.

“Maybe you should ask him.”

She makes a show of putting her cell to sleep and then sliding it into her purse.

“Grab a robe, Tate. The spa is calling,” she sings before walking toward the door.

Unable to do anything but follow orders, I pull the thick toweling of the Callahan-branded robe around myself, slip my feet into the slippers, and follow her, muttering, “There had better be coffee down there.”

Problem is…I already know there won’t be.

And I’m proved right when we emerge in the spa to find glasses of green juice waiting for us.

Wonderful. Just freaking wonderful.

18

KINGSTON

Isit at the conference table in my father’s office while Kian points at a spreadsheet full of numbers and graphs.

I’m meant to be focusing on the impact our acquisition of Warner Group will have on our forecasting and profit margins moving forward.

But all I can think about is how Tatum looked in that gold bikini.

I knew the moment I saw it that it was made for her. But there was no way of truly appreciating just how incredible it would look on her.

My cock swells at just the thought while Kian drones on.

I should be paying attention. This is important. But fuck. I can’t get my head out of the gutter.

It’s bad enough that I cleared the entire spa so I could watch her on CCTV without worrying about any other man turning up and looking at her. But knowing I’ve got the image Lorelei sent me burning up my cell is something else entirely.

I’ve spent longer than I’ll admit to anyone staring at it as I’ve jerked off in the past couple of days.

With Kain’s voice a distant memory, I pull my cell from my pocket and unlock it.

The temptation to look at the photo burns through me, but instead, I open the notification I just received letting me know that her lunch has arrived.

I smirk thinking about her reaction to it.

I woke her up with a healthy and nutritious breakfast this morning, and I’ve got the abuse for it sitting in my messages.

“Kingston.” Awareness tingles through me, but it’s not enough to pull my attention from my cell as I wait for a reaction. “Kingston.”

“Kingston,” Dad barks, successfully dragging my eyes from the screen.

“Yeah?” I ask, trying to play off the fact that I’ve not paid an ounce of attention.

“If you don’t want to be here right now, just fuck off,” Kian snaps as my cell buzzes in my hand.

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