Page 41 of Hold On Me

“Mine too, bro, mine too.” Angie leans forward to see around Jenson and focus on Jameson, but Jenson pushes her back and shakes his head at her.

“Behave, Kitten. And I’m telling Jonny.”

Jameson throws his hands up in surrender as I stifle my giggles. All the while, cold, hard brown eyes are on me.

“Well we all know the two truths. Lockheart has a lot to answer for, and I’m sorry, Bossman, but she owned your ass at the carnival.”

“Like Angie owns yours every bloody day.” His quick, snarky response is met with awkward laughter, but Jenson’s too busy laughing at him to care.

“What is wrong with you? Time of the month?” Jenson throws his arm over Angie’s shoulder as I twist the hem of my top awkwardly, silently begging Jenson to shut up and not antagonise Ben into saying something we’ll both regret.

I trust Jameson not to bring up the elevator kiss in front of everyone else, but I’m not so sure about Ben. It’s not like the NDA includes a ‘making out with your boss in elevators’ clause. And I really don’t want Angie or Jenson finding out about it. Not until I’ve figured out whatitmeans and whetheritwill happen again.

“Yeah, that’s the problem. Is it your go?” Ben takes another sip of his whiskey and my eyes dart to the tip of his tongue running along his bottom lip. Heat flushes my cheeks as he smiles smugly again. Douche.

“Okay. Number one, I have a huge crush on my assistant and I don’t know what to do about it.”

The son of a… Jenson Brady needs to die too. It’s okay though. Mama will still have Jaxson.

“Number two, I’m too stubborn to do anything about the crush I have on my boss.”

He looks pointedly at me, and if I could, I’d be shooting death lasers at him right now. Yep, he’s definitely going to die. After I’ve made him suffer first.

“And three, Angie gives the best head I’ve ever had.”

With a slap to his chest, Angie smiles and flicks her hair back, brushing off imaginary dirt from her shoulder.

“Well, based on Angie’s confident reaction, it’s safe to say the first two are a bunch of crap.” Ben leans forward and raises a brow at him, but Jenson just grins inanely.

“I wouldn’t say the first two were crap. Maybe they just aren’tmytruths.” He turns his head to look at me as I glare back.

I’m still mad at Jameson, but Jenson has just established himself as my new favorite target. “So you’re prepared to admit you have a huge crush on Ben. Sorry, bro, but I think Jameson has a better chance. Heisthe better looking Brady after all.”

“I’m wounded. We all know I’m the better looking one. Tell her, Bossman.” Jenson’s theatrics thaw the ice a little, and Ben shakes his head with a grin on his lips.

This is better, less awkward, but his damn smile makes my legs turn to jelly.

“Neither of them are my type, to be fair. I’ve never been a fan of blonds.” Ben’s voice is dripping with amusement, and something else I won’t admit to.

I also won’t admit it’s ruining my panties. Nope. Not admitting that to anyone.

“Hey, blondes have more fun.” Angie grabs a handful of peanuts from the bowl on the table and winks as she shovels them in her mouth.

“Depends what you consider fun,” Ben asserts. “I mean, I had a hell of a lot of fun when I was stuck in the lift earlier. Probably more fun than I’ve had in a while, to be fair. And there wasn’t a blonde hair in sight.”

Another sip of his whiskey, a drag of his tongue over his lips, and a smug smile. I want to slap the arrogance off his face and kiss him till I can’t breathe again. What has my life turned into? A fucking circus, that’s what.

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THE BRADYS MADE AND CLAIMED - GROUP TEXTS MINUS PENNY

Jenson

Who wants to know a secret?

Jaxson

Always

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