Page 54 of Greed

“You already told us you’re fucking someone on the regular.” Rook narrows his eyes. “You apparently do that at your place.”

“That’s more than you need to know.” I glance at him before I look at Holden. “Drop it.”

“We will if you tell us if this is sex or more.” Rook rubs his chin. “Give us that, Declan.”

“It’s new,” I say, revealing only what I want. “If there’s more to report at some point, I’ll let you two know.”

“Do I know her?” Holden asks. “That’s the last question I’ll ask. Do I know her?”

I hold my breath, hoping Rook doesn’t chime in, but he’s dropped his gaze back to his phone, so I answer Holden truthfully, “No.”

He glances back to the ocean as he pushes to his feet. “The waves are calling my name. If anyone wants to grab a surfboard to join me, I’m good with that.”

“I’ll be right there.” I stand too. “I’ll show you a thing or two.”

“That won’t happen,” Holden calls over his shoulder as he rips off his T-shirt and sprints toward the beach. “We both know I’m a hell of a lot better on the water than you’ll ever be.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

Abby

I smile as soonas Declan swings open the door of his apartment. He’s dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. My gaze skims over his bare chest.

“You’re more than welcome to come inside, Abigail.”

I let out a light laugh. “I should hope so. You’re the one who ordered me here.”

“Ordered?” he questions as he shuts the door behind me. “I remember it as my requesting your presence.”

I spin around to face him. “You remember wrong.”

He flashes a megawatt smile. “I know exactly what the text said.”

So do I.

I was getting ready for bed when my phone chimed. My stomach flip-flopped when I noticed the text was from Declan. I hadn’t heard from him since Friday night and assumed I wouldn’t talk to him until tomorrow. So, when I saw the text, I had visions of a late-night rendezvous with the man I can’t stop thinking about.

As soon as he told me to get to his apartment, I was out the door and on my way to the subway.

“You’re tanned,” I point out. “Did you spend the weekend at the beach?”

“East Hampton,” he says, looking me over. “Have I ever told you how fucking amazing you look in jeans?”

I glance down at my faded jeans and the black blouse I’m wearing. “You haven’t.”

“I will more often.”

I smile. “What was in East Hampton?”

His gaze roams my face. “Your boss and our mutual friend, Holden. We took some time away from the city to decompress. Two days of sand, surf, and seafood was just what we needed.”

I sigh. “Sounds like heaven.”

He closes the distance between us with measured steps. “This is heaven.”

I take the compliment with a sigh. “You know just what to say to get me to go to bed with you.”

His chin lifts. “I only speak the truth. I don’t have ulterior motives.”

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