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“He said I was dessert. And he made me a chicken and avo sandwich for lunch. How could I say no?” I shrug, like it’s the most normal response, given the situation.

“Oh yeah, then I see how you had no choice at all in the matter. You definitely had to have your pussy eaten out by your hot boss in his office.” She laughs again.

I lift my shot in the air. “To always coming first,” I say, clinking her glass.

“Oh, I bet you do.” She smirks and downs her tequila.

“I do. Multiple times.”

“Okay, so good sex, hot boss. What’s the problem?” she counters.

“He’s myboss.” I put extra emphasis on the last word.

“Who cares? You’re both consenting adults.”

She’s starting to sound like Nathan.

“There’s this case the firm’s handling. I can’t get into details, but our client is suing Mark Kemp,” I tell her.

“Mark Kemp? Oh my god, Bentley.” Her voice turns sympathetic. She knows how much I want to make that man pay for what he’s done. She does too, but her ideas are to hire a hitman and be done with him. Mine are a little more on the legal side.

“We had to have a meeting today with Kemp and his lawyers,” I add.

“And what happened…?”

“Kemp said he heard I was spreading my legs for my boss and that Daddy would be ashamed of me.” I can’t stop the tears from falling.

“No.” She shakes her head at me. “Stiffen that lip, Bentley Johnson. We are not going to allow that man to take any more of our tears.”

“What if it’s true, Jules? What if Daddy is up there somewhere, disgusted by me and my actions?”

“It’s not true. Daddy would be super proud of you, Bentley. You are smart, way smarter than any of us. And you’re strong. There is nothing wrong with anything you’re doing.”

“I just… I can’t help but feel like it’s wrong. But I can’t stop it either. I love him.”

“The hot boss?”

“Yes.” I nod, pulling my vibrating phone out of my bag. I see the name #hotboss on the screen and turn it around to show Jules. “I left the office without saying anything,” I tell her before placing my phone face down on the table. I’ll call him back later.

“So, what happened after that asshole basically called you a slut?”

“Nathan punched him. Got him really good too,” I tell her, refilling our glasses.

“So, gives mind-blowing orgasms, punches someone who talks shit about you, and is mouth-wateringly hot. I like him already. I think you should make him my brother.” She snatches my phone off the table when it starts vibrating again. “Hey, it’s Jules, your new sister. Bentley is currently drowning her sorrows in a bottle of tequila and can’t come to the phone right now,” she says into the receiver. I reach over the table, trying to snatch my phone back, but she’s too quick. “Oh, we’re at the student bar,” she continues. I can’t hear what Nathan tells her, but she answers with a, “Sounds great. See you soon, bro.”

“Oh my god, Jules, no, just no!” I tell her.

She smiles huge, placing my phone back down on the table as she picks up the bottle and pours us each a shot. Raising her glass, she smirks. “To new brothers, who hopefully come with equally hot friends.”

“He does.” I laugh. “But I’m pretty sure they’re both spoken for.” I have no idea if Alistair is dating someone or not, but I’ve heard rumours around the office that he is into some really out-there, kinky shit. I think I’ll keep my little sister away from that one.

“All the good ones are.” She sighs.

Chapter Eighteen

Ineed to put a fucking bell on this woman. My little runaway did it again. Ran away. Okay, she didn’t run away exactly but she left the office early and didn’t tell a soul where she was going. I really wanted to take her home, cook her dinner, and have dessert with her. Or have her with dessert. Now I’m driving across the city to hunt her down at a fucking student bar.I haven’t stepped foot in that particular bar since I was a student myself. Which was a long fucking time ago.

“You might want to slow down, unless you want to add speeding fines to your list of fuckups today,” Alistair says from the passenger seat.

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