Sebring
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This wouldn’t matter. If she was done, I might be able to say a few words to make my feelings clear, but eventually I’d have to find a way to be done too.
I pushed up to rest my back against the headboard, taking the sheet with me, looking Nick’s way.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed.
He was also looking at me.
“I have to call my sister,” I informed him.
“Unh-hunh,” he muttered but said nothing else and didn’t stop looking at me.
I should probably ask for privacy. Nick Sebring had a business that involved a variety of specialties. Information was one of them. Anything I had to say to Georgia or Georgia had to say to me was none of his business. But he’d be listening because it could be somebody’s business.
The intriguing thing about this was, he didn’t hide he intended to pay attention. He didn’t offer to leave. He didn’t pretend he had his mind on other things.
I liked that. It was honest. I didn’t have a lot of honest in my life and getting it was refreshing.
And the good news was, as far as I knew, he didn’t have superhuman hearing. I could have a conversation with my sister and control what he heard. She could speak as she wished. He’d not hear it and she’d have no clue I was with someone.
I looked to my phone and made the call.
I raised my knees and stared at them as I listened to it ring.
“Where the fuck are you?” Georgia greeted.
“Happy Sunday to you as well, dear sister,” I replied.
“I’m not in the mood for you to have a mood,” she bit back instantly. “Where are you?”
She’d never know that. Not if I could help it.
“Can I ask why you’re asking?” I queried.
“Because I’m at your house with coffees from Tex and donuts from LaMar’s, both I’m delivering as an apology and you’re not answering your door.”
Coffee’s from Fortnum’s Used Books made by a crazy man named Tex were the best coffees perhaps (I had not researched it extensively) in the world. And I had not encountered a better donut in Denver (and I had researched this extensively) than LaMar’s.
This was quite the apology and Georgia knew it.
I still didn’t care.
“I’m not there,” I told her.
“I kinda got that, what with you not answering the fucking door I’ve been pounding on for the last ten minutes. This settles it. I need a key to your pad.”
She’d asked that before.
I had little privacy already.
No way in hell I was giving my sister a key to my house.
I looked to Nick. “I’m also not going to be there for a while.”
He grinned a very attractive grin and shifted down the bed.
I wanted to pay attention to what he was doing but Georgia’s voice came at me.
When it did, my focus went to her and my eyes went back to my knees.
“We need to talk,” she stated.
“I’m not ready,” I replied.
“Right. Then we still need to talk and when I say that I mean about David. I shut him down and shut him out. He hasn’t been able to get into his office since Wednesday. He’s complaining to Dad, saying work isn’t getting done. Dad’s up in my shit about it. You’ve had days. You find anything I can give to Dad so we can move that along?”
I felt Nick’s hand glide around the top of my ankle.
I kept my gaze to my knees.
“Not yet, considering half the time I’m spending looking into that situation and the other half I’m spending doing his job so things don’t get delayed, pile up or missed. Though, I do feel that I’ll need to spend time in his office. There are things there I’d like to review.”
“So you’re finding something,” she guessed.
“I have so much, it’s impossible to find anything without taking weeks, something he well knows, his responsibilities something he can’t be away from for a weeks-long audit. It wouldn’t be smart, naturally. The work he does has to continue to get done. But further, Dad would never allow it.”
Nick’s hand, which was drifting up the inside of my calf, stopped.
I looked to him.
He was down the bed, on his side, head in his hand, elbow in the bed, other hand under the covers, head tipped back, eyes on me.
Listening.
Intently.
“You’re right,” Georgia informed me. “Dad wants him back in the office on Monday.”
“I need at least another week.”
“I can probably buy you a day. That being this day,” she returned. “So my suggestion, get your ass home, grab this coffee and the donuts I got you and get to David’s office.”
“I’m not working today.”
“Li—”
I looked to my lap and my words hissed through the air like a whip. “I’m not working today.”
“You’re gonna have to get over that shit,” she warned.
“I’m over it but I’m in the middle of something else,” I retorted. “That being the stunt David pulled, a stunt the simple fact he pulled it should buy me at least another week of assessing the situation. You can’t get Dad to accept that and he sends him back to his office, so be it. Not the first time such a decision has been made, the consequences of which might not be promising.”
Georgia was silent because she knew I spoke truth.
Nick’s hand started moving back up the inside of my calf.
By the time it hit my knee, I felt his touch in my pussy.
My eyes went to him.
He was no longer listening intently.
I pushed up to rest my back against the headboard, taking the sheet with me, looking Nick’s way.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed.
He was also looking at me.
“I have to call my sister,” I informed him.
“Unh-hunh,” he muttered but said nothing else and didn’t stop looking at me.
I should probably ask for privacy. Nick Sebring had a business that involved a variety of specialties. Information was one of them. Anything I had to say to Georgia or Georgia had to say to me was none of his business. But he’d be listening because it could be somebody’s business.
The intriguing thing about this was, he didn’t hide he intended to pay attention. He didn’t offer to leave. He didn’t pretend he had his mind on other things.
I liked that. It was honest. I didn’t have a lot of honest in my life and getting it was refreshing.
And the good news was, as far as I knew, he didn’t have superhuman hearing. I could have a conversation with my sister and control what he heard. She could speak as she wished. He’d not hear it and she’d have no clue I was with someone.
I looked to my phone and made the call.
I raised my knees and stared at them as I listened to it ring.
“Where the fuck are you?” Georgia greeted.
“Happy Sunday to you as well, dear sister,” I replied.
“I’m not in the mood for you to have a mood,” she bit back instantly. “Where are you?”
She’d never know that. Not if I could help it.
“Can I ask why you’re asking?” I queried.
“Because I’m at your house with coffees from Tex and donuts from LaMar’s, both I’m delivering as an apology and you’re not answering your door.”
Coffee’s from Fortnum’s Used Books made by a crazy man named Tex were the best coffees perhaps (I had not researched it extensively) in the world. And I had not encountered a better donut in Denver (and I had researched this extensively) than LaMar’s.
This was quite the apology and Georgia knew it.
I still didn’t care.
“I’m not there,” I told her.
“I kinda got that, what with you not answering the fucking door I’ve been pounding on for the last ten minutes. This settles it. I need a key to your pad.”
She’d asked that before.
I had little privacy already.
No way in hell I was giving my sister a key to my house.
I looked to Nick. “I’m also not going to be there for a while.”
He grinned a very attractive grin and shifted down the bed.
I wanted to pay attention to what he was doing but Georgia’s voice came at me.
When it did, my focus went to her and my eyes went back to my knees.
“We need to talk,” she stated.
“I’m not ready,” I replied.
“Right. Then we still need to talk and when I say that I mean about David. I shut him down and shut him out. He hasn’t been able to get into his office since Wednesday. He’s complaining to Dad, saying work isn’t getting done. Dad’s up in my shit about it. You’ve had days. You find anything I can give to Dad so we can move that along?”
I felt Nick’s hand glide around the top of my ankle.
I kept my gaze to my knees.
“Not yet, considering half the time I’m spending looking into that situation and the other half I’m spending doing his job so things don’t get delayed, pile up or missed. Though, I do feel that I’ll need to spend time in his office. There are things there I’d like to review.”
“So you’re finding something,” she guessed.
“I have so much, it’s impossible to find anything without taking weeks, something he well knows, his responsibilities something he can’t be away from for a weeks-long audit. It wouldn’t be smart, naturally. The work he does has to continue to get done. But further, Dad would never allow it.”
Nick’s hand, which was drifting up the inside of my calf, stopped.
I looked to him.
He was down the bed, on his side, head in his hand, elbow in the bed, other hand under the covers, head tipped back, eyes on me.
Listening.
Intently.
“You’re right,” Georgia informed me. “Dad wants him back in the office on Monday.”
“I need at least another week.”
“I can probably buy you a day. That being this day,” she returned. “So my suggestion, get your ass home, grab this coffee and the donuts I got you and get to David’s office.”
“I’m not working today.”
“Li—”
I looked to my lap and my words hissed through the air like a whip. “I’m not working today.”
“You’re gonna have to get over that shit,” she warned.
“I’m over it but I’m in the middle of something else,” I retorted. “That being the stunt David pulled, a stunt the simple fact he pulled it should buy me at least another week of assessing the situation. You can’t get Dad to accept that and he sends him back to his office, so be it. Not the first time such a decision has been made, the consequences of which might not be promising.”
Georgia was silent because she knew I spoke truth.
Nick’s hand started moving back up the inside of my calf.
By the time it hit my knee, I felt his touch in my pussy.
My eyes went to him.
He was no longer listening intently.
