Page 3 of Bourbon Wishes
"When you see me shirtless, it damn sure won't be for social media."
God, I want that. So damn badly it's making me wild. I've never felt this…this…clawing, desperate need before. I've never ached like this. I've neverwantedlike this. But I want him. Enough to beg for it.
"Get to work," he snaps, the command clipped, almost harsh.
I stumble again before I manage to catch myself.
What am I doing? What am I thinking?
Bastian Grayson is my boss, second only to Satan himself. And there's not a chance in hell that he's offering to strip down for me. That's my own delusions speaking.
He doesn't even like me.
I slip out of his luxury corner office with my heart pounding…and run right into his cousin, Trystan.
"Shit, sorry," I mutter, grabbing onto the door handle before I manage to take us both to the floor.
"It's all good. I'm used to people fleeing from my cousin in terror. It's the sole reason he'll die alone."
I bite my lip, fighting a smile. Trystan is always cracking jokes and teasing his brothers and cousins. But he and Bastian are close. I think he's picked up on my complicated feelings for his equally complicated cousin. He goes out of his way to point out that Bastian is single, like he's hinting for me to do something about it.
But yeah, that's probably not going to happen. I'm half convinced his cousin actually hates me. Bastian doesn't want to bend me to his will because he wants to fuck me. Oh no. He wants to bend me to his will only because I stubbornly refuse to bend. It has nothing to do with him liking me or wanting me. He's just a despot who needs to control every single thing in his little kingdom, including me.
I'm going to pretend that doesn't hurt my feelings.
"Tryst, stop fucking around and get in here!" he growls behind me, right on cue.
Trystan grins before his gaze drifts toward his cousin and then back to me. "I was going to ask how he is today, but I guess that's my answer," he mutters, humor glinting in his blue eyes. "Your fault?"
"Probably." I shrug. "Isn't it usually? Y'all hired me, and the stick up his butt got permanently lodged somewhere near his throat."
"Best decision we ever made," Trystan says through laughter before sliding past me into Bastian's office. "You know, she's going to run out of your office one day and just not stop, you dick."
The door closes behind him before I can hear Bastian's response. Not that I really need it. I'm fairly sure his life would be aces if I packed my desk and vanished without a trace.
Sucks for him because I'm no quitter.
Would he even care if I left?
Ha. Who am I kidding? The only reason I got this job is because he got overruled. His cousins wanted me here. He definitely didn't.
Istop at myoffice long enough to grab my camera before I head out to find Trystan's brother, Jax. They have an entire office building, but do they use it? Absolutely not. Gabe acts like he's allergic to the office. And Jax is usually in the fields somewhere, working with his hands. When he's not out there, he's in the office he claimed at the winery, annoying the hell out of Haven and her sisters.
I find him in the winery's lobby, bickering with Haven while glaring at the printer like he wants to set it on fire.
"I swear to God, if this motherfucker doesn't give me my goddamn order form," he grumbles, stabbing buttons like he's trying to break them.
"Maybe if you stop pressing buttons and let it think, it'd work," Haven says. "I swear, you always work harder instead of smarter."
"I'm not fucking working at all!" Jax protests, turning to scowl at her. "Your evil printer won't let me work."
"It's not my evil printer. Bastian is the one who bought it." Haven rolls her eyes before tucking strands of her mahogany hair behind her ears. "He just had to have the fancy model instead of one a normal person could use."
"Tell him to buy a new one."
"Since when has he ever listened to me?"
"I wasn't talking to you." Jax looks right at me, standing in the arched doorway with a smile on my face and my camera in hand. "I'm talking to her."
