Page 9 of Bourbon Wishes
"Yes."
"And that reason is?"
"Your twin. He had sex on my desk, so now my office is here instead of in the restaurant." He smirks at me. "So that means I get to stop by whenever the fuck I feel like seeing your left eye twitch."
I pinch the bridge of my nose, sighing heavily. "Do you actually want anything, or did you come just to piss me off?"
"Option two."
"Naturally."
Tryst laughs softly, kicking his feet up on the arm of the sofa. "I heard we're getting a new printer."
This is the problem with working with family. They're always around, meddling, being nosy, and otherwise working my last fucking nerve. I love them to death, but Jesus Christ. Do they not have any business of their own?
"Yes, and?" I finally say.
"Haven has been asking for one for months."
"No, she hasn't."
"Yes, she has." His smirk grows. "Interesting that we're getting one now that Constance needs one."
"It's more cost-efficient to print on-site than it is to send materials out," I remind him. "We'll save several thousand in shipping costs alone just this year. The printer will pay for itself in two."
"Uh-huh."
"Can you please get the fuck out of my office?"
"No."
I consider launching a stapler at his head, but quickly decide the worker's comp claim probably won't be worth the momentary satisfaction the sound of it striking his hard ass head will bring me. Neither will having my ma all over my ass about it.
"Constance is an employee."
His shit-eating grin has me ready to punch a hole in the wall. Goddammit. I just fell right into his trap.
"So, I was right yesterday. You're definitely feeling her."
I set myself up for that, and I know it. But I grunt instead of answering him because it's not his business, just like I told him yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that.
Frankly, I don't want my whole family knowing that our new employee is driving me up the wall. They'll try to push her my way, and then she'll either quit or file sexual harassment charges against me. Either way, it'll end with her leaving. I can't allow that to happen.
"Are you going to do something about it?" he asks when it becomes apparent that I'm not going to give him the confirmation he's after. "Because, gotta tell you, man. As fun as it is for us to watch you slowly lose your shit over her…you're acting like a fucking idiot."
"I'm not even doing anything."
"That's precisely the problem." He sits up long enough to grab a throw pillow from the back of the sofa to tuck beneath his head before he stretches out again like I'm a goddamn shrink and this is his session. "You aren't doing anything. And that means, sooner or later, you're going to lose her to someone who is willing to do something."
"If this is your way of telling me that someone is thinking about asking her out…"
"What? No. I'm just saying…" He breaks off with a chuckle. "But you're jealous as hell now, aren't you?"
I grunt instead of responding because, yeah, maybe I am feeling a little homicidal over the thought of anyone else touching her when I know damn well that she should be mine. But if I fuck this up, we lose her. My whole family loves her. She belongs here. They'll never forgive me if she quits because of me.
Goddammit.
"You want some advice?"
