Page 35 of Holding The Reins

I chuckle and turn to leave when Sonny speaks.

“Maybe you should reschedule with Kevin,” she says to CeCe.

I freeze. Kevin? I turn back around.

“Kevin and Harry are coming?” I ask.

Sonny shakes her head. “Just Kevin, he wanted to go over the list of needs with CeCe this afternoon.”

Did he now?

“Yeah maybe, let’s make it for Wednesday,” CeCe says, and I make a mental note to be in that meeting with her. Look at Kevin go, sliding in where he can. I can’t say I blame him, but it won’t be happening. Not on my watch.

“I’ll sit in, too. I-uh, have some items to go over with him,” I say. A total lie, but CeCe thinks nothing of it and nods.

“I need twenty minutes, Nash. And hey, please don’t have a Shania cover girl in all night and plan a Monday meeting again.”

“Noted.” I chuckle as I wander to my office and wait for my hot little accountant to be ready.

Rae

Ok, I’m semi-human. What time should we leave?

Now is good. Don’t forget those sunglasses. It’s a scorcher already. Light bad. Dark good.

Rae

Sunglasses and Advil. I think that is from a song I used to listen to in college. It shouldn’t still be my life at twenty-five.

Straighten up, wild one. Your boss is coming down the hall.

Rae

Ugh. He’s such a hard-ass.

I grin as I peek my head around the corner just as she pops her sunglasses on her head like I told her to.

“I’ll drive; you might still be over the limit.” I grimace.

She sticks her tongue out at me as she walks by and my dick takes it to heart.

“Let’s go, hangover enabler,” she mutters.

The air is, in fact, scorching hot outside as we ride into town with the windows down. CeCe’s clean, strawberry scent fills my truck and her hair blows around in the summer breeze. My appreciation for summer has spiked immensely in the last month. Things like fishing, barbeque and boating used to be my highlights of Kentucky’s warmest months. Not now. Now, I appreciate summer most because CeCe wears sleeveless tanks and sundresses in the summer and her shoulders are a fucking masterpiece. It actually makes me sad that come winter, they’ll be in hiding.

I listen as she hums along with the radio while we drive. It would take nothing for me to reach across the seat, pull that dress up and run my hand up her thighs to her—

CeCe clears her throat, cutting into my thoughts of how her thighs would feel under my hand. I look at her with a fleeting glance. “Thank you for the extra-large this morning,” she says.

Title of your sex tape. I smirk inwardly.

“Figured you needed the extra-large today,” I retort out loud. Title number two.

“I did. I’ve been thinking about this,” she says, turning her emerald eyes to me. “Do you ever sleep?”

My eyes focus on the road as her personal question hits home.

“Not much,” I say honestly.

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