Page 27 of Tempting Frey
“I think we should focus on the hybrid high school as our main priority,” he said, eyes on the screen of his laptop. “We have ten high schoolers in Beauville now, but we’ll have thirteen next year, and seventeen the year after that.”
I cleared my throat, composing my next sentence with care. “I’m not saying it’s not important, but don’t we have more immediate issues on our hands?”
“Such as?”
Was he toying with me? “The land, Oliver.”
He didn’t even lift his gaze from his laptop. “Did Jesse find out who’s behind the trust?”
“No. The law firm isn’t returning his calls. Imagine that.”
“Hm. That’s strange.”
“It is, isn’t it? A large law firm where assistants promise you their bosses will get back to you, but nobody ever does. Not even with the simplest answer.”
“It’s only been one day,” he said casually. “Maybe they’ll call back tomorrow.”
I couldn’t keep the frustration out of my tone. “It’s obvious they’re doing their best to keep the identity of the buyer secret from us.”
“Could be. But we don’t know that.”
“Oliver, this is serious. Someone is doing their damnedest to underhandedly take control of our town. You said yourself we need to be ready. Shouldn’t we be talking about that? What about the Masterson guy?”
“I forwarded you the quote. We can book a consultation with him next week.” He paused and typed something. “But nobody is trying to take control of anything.”
“But we don’t know that,” I threw back at him.
Finally, he looked up. “Why do you insist on it being something sinister all the time? Maybe they’re someone famous who just wants privacy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sure. Or maybe it’s the pope.”
Oliver narrowed his eyes, his mouth curving with displeasure. “I’m just saying that until we know who they are and what they want, we can’t do anything anyway. We’re wasting time speculating and riling ourselves up for nothing.”
My eyebrows flew up. “You meanI’mriling myself up for nothing?”
“Yes,” he said simply, and returned to his screen. “And I just found a hybrid high school that’s on the other side of the range, five hours from here. They started two years ago. How about we call them and ask how it works for them?”
He must have heard my growl but chose to ignore it.
In the end, he got what he wanted. I gave him the green light to start working on a plan for the hybrid school and a grant application for the trail maintenance. As if I could tell him no to anything with the way he smiled and smelled.
Would I ever get used to having him this close every damned day?
When he finally left my office two hours later, I was flattened. Self-control was exhausting. Every muscle in my body ached with tiredness, except for my dick and balls. It was as if all my energy gathered there.
I stumbled to the bathroom and quickly took care of the problem, Oliver’s face on the back of my eyelids. I came into the sink and washed away the cum and shame.
Then I splashed cold water on my face.
The universe was determined to punish me because I ran into Chickie on my way home.
“Hey, Mr. Mayor. How come you’ve declined Phil’s invitation for dinner, huh?”
“I’m sorry. It’s been a rough few days. With Hughes selling and Morris freaking out about the dugout in Maple Street, I’m all over the place.”
Chickie frowned. “Phil invited you before we found out about the sale.”
“Oh. Yeah. Um…” It was enough that I saw Oliver at work every day. Eating dinner with him and his parents? I’d lose my mind.
