Page 25 of Three Ties to Bind

“Did it?” Greer asked. “Screw this.” He lifted his phone again and dialed someone before putting it on speaker.

“Greer?” Dominic’s voice floated through the line. My knees nearly buckled. That damn voice.

Greer quirked an eyebrow and nodded for me to sit. I did because the alternative was showing these two the effect Dominic’s voice had on me, and I wasn’t about to do that.

I needed an antidote for his siren song. Something that didn’t turn me to steel when I heard or saw him.

“Morning, Dom,” Perry said. Right. We were here for a reason. Jordan. That was a bucket of ice my balls dipped into.

“Mr. Altair.”

“It’s the goddamn weekend, Dom,” Perry replied with no heat in his voice. Had he been fully awake, there would have been a bit of anger there. For some reason, when Dominic called him Mr. Altair, it pissed Perry off. I thought it had to do with Perry thinking of Dominic as more than an employee, as a friend. Dominic knew every aspect of his life after all. But Dominic was ever the professional when it came to his day job. Except when he was faking a spider attack.

“I know. I’m still in bed.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, unable to resist texting him.

Me: Really?

Dom: I didn’t say I was naked.

Me: Are you?

Dom: What do you think?

Greer plucked the phone from my fingers and dropped it onto the table, facedown. I needed to focus on Perry, not Dominic naked in bed.

I hadn’t thought this much with my dick in years. Dominic changed me into a different man. I had to get my head in the game and lock the other version of myself away for when I was alone with him.

“Perry,” Greer prompted.

That got Perry talking. He spilled everything. What he found out from Pamela, the hours on the phone with her yesterday trying to find solutions, the note he found from his dad. It came out in a rush.

At first, I was too stunned to say anything. Until he got to the part where Jordan threatened Greer. Then I was out of my seat and pacing, fuming at the thought of Malik laying his hand on my brother.

“Goddammit, Perry!” I shouted. I wondered if I was going to break a record for how many times I could yell at him in one day. I’d do it over and over until he got in his head that he shouldn’t have gone to Jordan. Especially without me. “Did you fucking think before going there? About what could have happened to you, to Greer?”

Perry was wide awake now and his temper roared to the surface. He was out of his chair, in my face, in a second flat. “You think I didn’t know? You think I wanted to take Greer there? I can’t slip out of this place undetected, even if I was a fucking ghost. The last thing I wanted was to go to Jordan and ask for help. What would you have me do, Pey? Lay off part of my workforce? Watch my dad’s dream fucking sink?”

“I don’t know!” I roared back. I had no solution. No way to get out of this. I wasn’t the brains of the operation. That was Perry. He ran the company. He had an executive team for a reason, yet he didn’t bring this up to them, outside of Greer. Now he’d have to tell them the new development once the contract with JJ was signed. Shit was going to hit the fan. “I can’t believe you went to him.” I shook my head.

“He said he wouldn’t have anything to do with it. Just JJ.”

“And you believed him?”

“JJ can’t stand his father.”

“When was the last time you talked to him?”

Perry shrugged. “It’s been a while.”

I pointed at him. “I want to be in that meeting where you and JJ hash out the details. Your personal attorney will be there. Greer. Dom.”

“What the hell am I going to do?” Dominic’s voice filtered over the phone. I forgot he was there. “Take notes? I don’t need to be in the meeting.”

“You will,” I ground out. This was a big deal for Perry that could affect us all.

I left the room after that. They could figure out when to have the meeting. I would be in there. I would grip JJ’s neck like Malik did Greer’s if I had to.

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