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“No way,” Bryn said.
“We don’t want people questioning the status of Father’s health,” he said.
I looked up since it seemed safe again to visually follow the conversation taking place between the siblings.
“Then let’s not tell them,” Spencer said. “I have colleagues and business associates coming.” His expression turned serious. It was the first time I’d seen him that way.
“Plus, we’ve sunk a lot of time and attention into this event,” Bryn said. “People are flying in from all over the world.” She shook her head. “It’s too late to cancel anyway.”
Jasper’s gaze held mine captive. “Fine, but no one learns about Father’s condition. Got it?”
My back hit my chair. “What’s your father’s condition?”
He looked at Bryn, Spencer, me, then Bryn again. “Do we agree?”
She sat upright. “I don’t care.”
“Do we agree?” he asked sternly.
Bryn sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes. I agree.”
He frowned at her then straightened his face so quickly that if I’d blinked, I would’ve missed it. I gathered that her attitude toward their father bothered him.
Note taken.
Chapter Ten
Jasper reminded me that we were to meet him in his father’s office to go over what was permissible as far as my investigation of the Christmases. Bryn wanted to join us, but he insisted that she shouldn’t and suggested she help deal with the logistics of the party.
“Plus, you’re too close to Miss Henderson,” he said. “I need to be alone with her to set the ground rules. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt her. She’s an adult.” He didn’t have to look at me when he said that; I felt his lustful energy painting me with his desire.
“It’s Holly. Not Miss Henderson,” Bryn said.
He looked at her with a blank stare.Why in the world does he refuse to call me Holly?
Regardless, I was standing in front of the big dark-wood door that looked as if it were the entrance to a castle. The office was on the fourth floor. I used the brass knocker, hitting the wood twice to let Jasper know I was there.
When he opened the door, his blue-green eyes were on fire. He took me by the wrist and pulled me into the office. He pressed me up against the heavy door as it closed slowly. Our gazes were fixed on each other as he bolted the locks.
“What’s wrong with your father?” I whispered.
“He’s dying,” Jasper said then smashed his hungry lips against mine.
Our tongues tangled. His stiff cock ground against my already sensitive clit. Our kissing and rubbing caused sensations to soar through my nerves, making my legs as floaty as clouds.
“Why the fuck are you teasing me like this?” he whispered, although I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. But the fact that he’d told me his father was dying was not lost on me.
“Um,” I moaned as Jasper’s breath, lips, and tongue slid up and down my neck. “Why does Bryn have so much animosity toward your father?” I was able to ask through his pleasurable assault on my neck.
Jasper stopped abruptly. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger, and that was a relief. However, I hoped my question hadn’t inclined him to stop what he was doing. Finally, he grabbed my jacket by the collar and yanked it down my shoulders. I twisted my body to help him get it off me.
“Ouch,” I said with a sigh as he bit one of my nipples, both of which were poking my white blouse.
He continually bit harder, then released, harder, then released. I knew he was punishing me for asking about Bryn and Randolph. Then he ripped my blouse open, and buttons flew in every direction. Jasper pushed his hard dick against me as he leaned back to get an eyeful of my breasts, which were contained in a thin black lace bra.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Damn it, Jasper. Slow down,” he whispered. He opened his eyes again. We stared at each other as he pushed my hips against his erection and ground against me until he stopped abruptly with a grunt.
I licked my lips. “I’m sorry about—”
