Page 12 of Mine To Keep (Southern Wedding)

My heart speeds up even more, which is the stupidest thing that’s ever happened to me. Maybe this is a sign I’m having a stroke. Or maybe it’s the fact all you want to do is fuck her. Maybe it’s the fact all you see when you look at her is her sucking your cock or her bending over your desk and telling you how hard she wants it. Just the image of these thoughts gets my cock at half-mast.

I step out of the elevator and nod to the receptionist, who smiles at me, turning and walking into the office space. My eyes scan the room, and I want to tell myself I’m just doing it to see who is here, but I’m lying. I’m scanning the room to see where she is. I spot her right away talking to Brian or Ryan or is it Kevin? I can’t remember his name. He works as Jaret’s PA. The two of them are walking out of the kitchen area, both of them with a coffee in their hand. He gives her a nod before she heads down the hall and he just stands there watching her walk away. His eyes are straight on her ass as he lifts the cup to his mouth. He watches for a second before he must sense my eyes on him. He lifts his eyebrows, trying not to panic in an I got caught staring at her ass moment.

My eyes watch him walk away before I turn and watch Grace walk down the hallway like it’s a runway. All I can see is legs, lots and lots of legs. That and her fucking sky-high heels she wears to taunt me. Her green skirt is mid-thigh, which should not be worn at work. She’s wearing a white shirt underneath that shows off a bit of her midriff, which again should be covered. Then she has a suit jacket that is white with some peach flowers and green, I have no idea. I just know that it looks like an hourglass. I make a mental note to redo the employee handbook before turning to see her sleeves are pulled up and I can see her wearing some gold bracelets today. Her hair is down and curled perfectly. “Good morning,” she greets when I approach her desk.

“Good morning,” I mumble. “I guess you being here means your OnlyFans didn’t take off.” My head screams what the fuck is wrong with you the minute the words are out of my mouth.

She smirks at me, putting her cup on her desk and leaning over. Another thing I should add to the employee handbook is no bending over desks. She’s constantly bending over the fucking desk, leaving her ass on display. “That isn’t how OnlyFans works,” she informs me. “I want to have five hundred subscribers before I quit.”

“Well, you should tell your feet people.” Again, I inwardly groan and tell myself to shut the fuck up.

“Good idea.” She picks up her phone. “Going to send out the email right now.” She taps on her phone for a second before she turns and laughs at me; the little shit. “Would you like a coffee?” She now sits slightly on her desk, making her legs look like they need to be wrapped around my waist.

“No,” I snap before walking into my office, really wanting a coffee. I grab my phone to place an order for coffee when the phone rings in my hand, and I see it’s my mother calling. “Hello, Mother,” I answer, putting the phone to my ear, as I look out and see Grace is sitting at her desk.

“Caine,” she says, and I can hear she’s walking in New York because all I hear is honking in the background. “How are you, dear?”

“What did I do?” I ask her right away, and she chuckles. “Every single time you call me dear, it’s not a good thing.”

“Nonsense,” she denies. “Anyway, I’m calling because I just got off the phone with Nash.” I look out and see Jaret has walked in and stopped at Grace’s desk. I watch him as my mother goes on and on. He lifts his hand when he catches me watching him. “So, what do you think?” my mother asks, and I have to stop glaring at Jaret and look down at my hand.

“What do I think about what?” I ask, getting up and taking off my jacket.

“Nash was telling me that your new PA knows someone who can help plan the gala,” she huffs. “I need you to set up a meeting and let me know. Gotta run, love you. Kiss Meadow for me.”

She hangs up before I tell her no, making me groan. I pull up the thread for my brother.

I’m about to text Nash when the phone rings in my hand, and I see Marylin has messaged me. She actually messaged me last week, and I never opened it. I click her name and see that she sent me over five texts.

Marylin: Caine, I’m thinking of coming to town and would like to know if I can visit Meadow.

Marylin: Hey, Caine, circling around to my previous text.

Marylin: Good morning, Caine, I’m coming to town sometime this week. I’ll let you know when I land.

Marylin: Caine, I’ll be in town on Monday night. I was thinking maybe we can do lunch on Tuesday.

Marylin: I’ll be at your place Tuesday morning instead, see you then. Please tell my daughter I’ll be visiting.

I scoff at all the texts.

Caine: Marylin, just got your texts. Call me when you land, and we can figure out when it’s a good time for Meadow.

I’m about to press send when there is a knock on my door, and I look up to see Grace. “You’re late,” she informs me, and I stare at her. “Meeting was supposed to start five minutes ago.”

“Shit,” I swear, getting up and grabbing my files with me. “Thanks.”

She stands there, and when I get close enough to her, I can smell her perfume. “My mother would like you to set up a meeting with the event planners.”

“Your mother?” She folds her arms over her chest, and it pushes her tits higher.

“Yes,” I confirm, stepping away from her and her smell.

“Well, if it’s for your mother, I can’t say no, can I?” She walks toward her desk and bends over. This time, one of her feet comes up just a touch. “I’ll see what I can do.” I just stare at her like I’m under this fucking spell.

“Caine!” Vinny shouts from the conference room. “Are you coming?”

“Have the information ready for me when I’m done,” I snap before I turn and walk toward the conference room.

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