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I bite my lip, about to type my reply, when my BFF cyber cock blocks me. An incoming text notification vibrates my hand, and I almost drop my phone.

It’s Jen. I open the message:LET’S GO, HO!!!

Sweet one, that Jen.

I tuck my phone away again, grab my things, turn out the lights, snag the remaining cake boxes, and make my way to the door.

Sadly, Atticus Dixon will just have to wait. I don’t have time to play in my dream world at the moment.

FOUR

Atticus

“Your place turned out fantastic. You want to sell it to me?” I’m only half-joking.

The house is stunning—gleaming hand-scraped hardwoods, twenty-foot ceilings, windows everywhere the size of doors, but that view is to die for. Nestled at the foot of a mountain range and overlooking a pristine lake, it’s clear Rimmington Banks spared no expense creating his wife’s dream home.

“No way! Bloody hell, my wife would kill me. Between us, my little hellcat can be quite scary.”

We laugh, but my attention follows one of the caterers bringing another plate of something out to the buffet set up in the dining room. My eyes lock onto her petite, curvy form as she heads back to the kitchen. There’s something almost familiar about her, but I can’t place it.

Rim seems to notice my eyes wandering. “No. I’m going to stop you right now, Atticus.”

Huh?

“You lost me, Mr. Banks. What exactly are you stopping me from?” I laugh, but his face has gone from laughing to dead fucking serious in two seconds.

I’m totally lost here.

“That lady, you just… hell, how do I say this tactfully? My wife would say ‘eye-fucked;’ and she”—he points to the knockout— “she is one of her best friends. Anyone who is important to Christina is equally important to me. You understand where I’m headed, mate?”

Yes? No? Huh?

“So, you know her? What’s her deal?”

He yanks at the knot of his tie like he’s uncomfortable with whatever he’s about to say. “Her deal is, she is my family. I know you have a good reputation, and I know it’s not my business what two adults choose to do, but that lady in there—” He motions toward the kitchen.

I watch the two women work. The curvy chick who I can’t seem to stop gawking at and a handful of staff scurry about the kitchen, like an old familiar waltz that they’ve danced many times.

“—is an A-plus human being, and I will not stand by and let anyone make her or any of my wife’s friends a notch on their belt.”

Oh. It’s like he read my mind.

“I hear you. I respect the fact that you are watching out for her.”

Rimmington Banks owns my team, so he is my boss, but he is also a stand-up guy. His stance on this comes off as a big brother keeping an eye out for a sister, and since I have my own little sister, I get where he’s coming from.

“I promise I’ll be respectful.” As respectful as I can be while I shove my cock into every hole she’ll grant me access to.

“That’s all I ask.”

Same, Mr. Banks. Same.

FIVE

Evelyn

Lord help my ovaries.

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