Page 18 of Mine to Love

I contemplate taking out my phone and asking Doug to send me a report, but it’s Saturday, and I respect my employees’ weekend time. When weekends are needed, I plan them in advance and compensate my employees greatly.

Doug is already doing me a favor by bringing my car to the airport tomorrow. I have no right digging into Reese’s life. She was a one-time fling, which is her style as well as mine. There was no hesitation, no reluctance, no regret in having sex in my car. On either end, even though it’s not something I’ve ever done before.

I highly doubt it was her first time doing something so brash. Which again, is not my style. I guess her age to be about thirty, and not being career-driven is another block between us. When I’m ready to start looking for a forever partner, she’ll need to be career-driven as well. Someone who won’t be upset with me for late nights at the office, business dinners, and frequent traveling.

When I see Reese again, which will be often now that she works at my credit union, and as Emerson’s best friend, I’ll have a straight up talk with her about what happened between us and keeping it private. The last thing I need is for her to talk about her kinky sex life and drop my name into it. Not a great first impression on my new employees.

“Oh my god. I’m so glad Emerson invited you.” Camilla crosses the deck, and I turn my head to see who she’s greeting. “I need a girl who isn’t fawning over one of my brothers to hang out with.”

My eyes grow wide for a fraction of a second, and then I return my facial expression to emotionless. The last thing I need is for my family to give me shit about my infatuation over Reese.

Not that I’m infatuated. They’d make it out to be like I am.

Absolutely, one hundred percent not.

“No worries there.” If Reese notices me over my sister’s shoulder, she gives no indication.

“Did you bring Johnny?”

“I did.” Reese laughs.

I straighten, setting my beer bottle on the railing. Johnny? She has a boyfriend yet straddled me in the front of me car four nights ago?

“Good. I’m obsessed. You’re not mad that I’m totally in love with him, are you?”

“Not in the least. Your attention will make him less grumpy tonight when I put him to bed.”

“I’m gonna go say hi.” Camilla dashes inside leaving me alone with Reese on the deck.

My throat, dry and suddenly hoarse, closes in. I don’t condone cheating and will have a long talk with my sister about her flirting, no matter how innocent she’ll claim it to be. I’m sure my sister won’t take things too far with Reese’s boyfriend, but I don’t like the way she swooned when she found out he was here.

If only she knew Reese had cheated on him.

Unless they were that type of couple. If I didn’t already have an arm’s length list of reasons to stay away from Reese, this one would do it.

Keeping it all business, I square my shoulders and cross the deck to her in two long strides. “Reese,” I say curtly.

“Logan,” she replies, folding her arms across her chest.

Even though she’s wearing a high neck sweater and no cleavage is anywhere in sight, I can’t help the dip of my gaze, if only for a millisecond.

Reese notices, as is evident by the lift in her brow.

Cutting right to the point, I bark, “I don’t mix business with pleasure. I had no idea you worked at the bank otherwise I wouldn’t have allowed...”

“Your dick free?”

This isn’t the way I expected the conversation to go. I expected her feelings to be hurt, maybe. Unless sleeping around is her MO.

I remember Johnny inside. Unless she used her body to keep her position at the bank and planned on blackmailing me. Treating a woman with respect has been ingrained in my soul since birth. But Reese tries my patience.

“If you plan on feigning sexual harassment—”

“You didn’t just say that.” Her brows dip down, as does her bottom lip.

“I’m not sure your motive behind...what happened.”

“You don’t need to be so uptight about it, Logan. We had sex. People do that all the time. Although, some more than others. Loosen up.”

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