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  When we get into his waiting car, I slide across the leather seat and try to behave. I really do. But that need to feel him inside me is back with a vengeance, and I can’t ignore it any longer. As soon as the car is in motion, I slide closer to Sebastian and reach for his cock. I’m not disappointed when I find it rock-hard and pointing straight at me through his pants.

  “Can I talk you into coming up for a while?” I whisper right before Sebastian wraps one hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a hard kiss.

  “I’ll come anywhere you want for as long as you want.” He rocks his hips so his cock rubs across my cupped hand. I take the hint and grab him, creating a fabric sheath for him to thrust into while his tongue mimics the motion in my mouth.

  “Even if I want you to come in my mouth, right now?” I ask against his lips.

  Sebastian kisses me harder and presses his hand over mine so I’m holding him with a firm grip.

  I’ll take that as a yes.

  With one hand, I release the zipper on his pants and free his cramped dick. I only stroke him a few times before I feel a bead of moisture pooling at the tip. That’s my cue.

  Without another word, I drop my head into his lap and take him into the back of my mouth, wishing we had a longer drive back to my place but knowing I won’t need it.

  Chapter 16

  Sebastian

  I doze off for about an hour with Emma wrapped around me. Her smooth skin feels like velvet draped across my body. I briefly consider staying until morning, but a text from Tim has me getting dressed and slipping out the door before she notices I’m gone.

  I call Tim back before I hit the street. “What’s up?”

  He answers on the first ring. “You won’t believe who just showed up in the Seattle warehouse.”

  “Who?” I push open the front door and see my Uber driver waiting for me. If it weren’t after midnight, I might have called Gentry back to get me. But Priya and her Corolla will get me home just fine.

  “Mr. Elias White.”

  “Who the— Wait, Eli White? Emma’s brother?” That’s not possible. How is that possible?

  “The one and only.” Tim chuckles softly. “I uploaded his picture to our facial recognition database in case he was poking around where he shouldn’t be and…jackpot.”

  “So, he’s tracking me?” Fuck. This is exactly what I was afraid of.

  “That’s the interesting part.” Tim clears his throat. “I called Ray to see what was up and turns out he knows this guy from Vegas.”

  “Seriously? Back then?” Ray manages a warehouse used to transport weapons from Mexico up into Canada. From there, they get dispersed around the globe. It’s another investment in my portfolio that I don’t get involved with on a daily basis, but I like having an arsenal, so to speak. Ray did some business in Vegas about three years ago, so if he knew Eli back then, that changes things.

  “Yup. Ray said he called looking for help with some dude he owes money to.”

  “You think it was a long con?”

  “Nah, I doubt it. Eli’s gonna make a few runs for him, and Ray will help him with this situation in Vegas. Ray said there’s a bounty on Eli’s ass so could just be a coincidence.”

  I don’t usually believe in coincidences, but Emma hasn’t been seeking me out. I’ve been reaching out to her. I don’t know if that means she is just a really good actress and this is all part of a much bigger scheme to lure me in and get some cash out of me. Or is she genuinely not that into me. I don’t want to believe either is true, but I’m not sure what a third option would look like. She’s interested but shy? Yeah, now I’m really grasping at straws.

  “Will you check into this Vegas debt to see what it’s all about? Find out how much he’s worth and make sure it aligns with what he’s told Ray.”

  “I’m on it, bro.” Tim laughs. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d be back on a chain so soon after Isabelle.”

  “No chain.” I shudder at the mere mention of that witch’s name. “We’re keeping it casual. I just like fucking her.”

  Tim whistles low. “Yeah, I saw the pictures. I’d like fucking her too.”

  “Hey.” I try not to sound growly, but he’s getting very close to crossing a line he shouldn’t be near. “Not funny.”

  “No?” Now he’s laughing. “This is more serious than I thought.”

  “It’s not.” Is it? I hope not. I don’t want it to be. “You don’t need to be creeping on the poor girl just because you have access to cameras.”

  “Damn, Seb. Have you picked out a ring yet?”

  “Fuck off.” I try not to smile at his idiocy. He played football in high school. I think the concussions left him a little dense. “Just let me know what you find about the brother.”

  “Give the missus my love.” Tim hangs up before I can come back with some smartass retort. It’s probably better since I can’t actually think of one as Priya pulls up in front of my house.

  ~**~

  I’m exhausted as I walk in the door the next morning. Rena is at her desk and gives me a huge grin. “Good morning.”

  “Morning,” I say through half a yawn. “Coffee, please?”

  “Right away.” Rena stands and moves toward the conference room where a small kitchenette is set up. It was designed for use during meetings, but I know Rena hated walking a floor down to get her coffee, let alone mine when I asked. Once I took over my father’s old office, I insisted on getting a Keurig set up along with a full selection of coffees, teas, and creamers. Rena has been with the company so long, and although neither of us will admit it, I need her more than she needs this job.

  If free lunches and a coffee bar at her disposal make her smile, I’ll keep that baby stocked to the brim at all times.

  I sit at my computer, tapping the mouse button and listening to the hum of the CPU boot up. My screen pops up to my inbox where several new emails are waiting to be read.

  Upon opening the first one, a smile tips the edges of my lips. It’s from Mary in marketing. She’s one of the parents with a kid testing out our new solar lamp. Looks like her kid is enjoying it, and the fabric we picked out seems to be withstanding the daily goings-on of her young son’s life.

  Unfortunately, the next two emails are also from parents in the beta test. Their kids haven’t had the same luck with theirs. A 66% failure rate is not good. I won’t accept anything less than a 99.2% error-free rate. Too many kids will depend on these lights to help them get through some rough nights, and I refuse to let the costs of a better fabric or power cell get in the way of making the best product we can.

  Rena taps on the door before pushing it farther open and walking a cup of steaming coffee to my desk. It doesn’t take her two seconds to figure out something is amiss. “What’s wrong, Sebastian?”

  I pick up the coffee mug and take a sip. Perfect. It’s just the way I love it—two sugars and nothing else. “A few of the test runs on the lanterns aren’t turning out as we’d hoped.”

  “That’s not good.” Rena shakes her head. “How many do you have out there right now?”

  “Ten, but two of the parents have already complained that the fabric has ripped on one, and another said theirs isn’t charging.”

  “Well, maybe the rest will turn out okay…” Rena is trying to be encouraging, but even if the rest receive great responses, that’s still too many failures for my comfort.

  “Maybe. But I’ll have to get with R&D and see if we can come up with something stronger so it’s able to withstand the wear and tear a kid will put it through.”

  An all-knowing smile graces Rena’s face as she nods in her motherly way. “Well, you’ll make sure everything gets fixed and works perfectly.”

  I roll my eyes before focusing them on her. “You have high expectations of what I can do.” I don’t mean for my tone to be dismissive, but the frustration of my first big project not working has me feeling ill.

  “You’re right,” she says casually as she steps toward
the door. “I do.”

  I catch her eye again as she gives me a wink and closes the door behind her. Bless that woman. She’s one of the few saving graces that helps me keep my sanity in this place.

  Chapter 17

  Emma

  I’m disappointed but not surprised when I wake up to an empty bed. Again. This time, there’s a business card on my dresser and a note on the back.

  Call me sometime.

  – S.

  Not exactly a love note, but I guess that means he’s open to a second date. As I’m putting his number in my contacts, Mercy texts. Can I come over?

  Sure. Just waking up.

  Good. I have donuts.

  I love that girl. I quickly slip into some leggings and a sweater then wait for Mercy to arrive with my sugary breakfast.

  When she does, she shoves her bag of donuts at me then heads straight to my couch. “You’re not gonna believe what happened.”

  “Okay, should I get some coffee going or do you want to just dive right into it?”

  She waves me toward my kitchen. “Coffee, obviously. But seriously, you’re gonna freak.”

  I get my coffee pot started then put the donuts on paper plates and head back to the couch. I cross my legs sideways on the cushion, so I’m facing her as I take my first bite. “Okay, shoot.”

  “Abbott, the guy who owns Pearls, is starting a new business, and he asked if I wanted to join.”

  “That’s great. What kind of business?”

  Mercy takes a deep breath and holds out her palms, and that’s when I know I’m not gonna like what she has to say.

  “What?”

  “Okay, it’s sort of like what I’m doing at Pearls, but instead of just having one or two clients I give the special treatment to, it would be all of them…”

  “Like a hooker?”

  “Not exactly…but kind of. But the money would be so good. I could quit Pearls and the restaurant and be home during all the hours that Owen is out of school.”

  “So, what exactly is it?”

  Mercy proceeds to explain that she would be called a relationship consultant and would get paid for that consulting work. That’s it. The sex, if there is any, would basically be free, so nothing illegal would be happening. I’m not sure if all that logic works out, but I know she needs the money. I also know Owen needs her home more often than she is, so I don’t immediately try to talk her out of it. “So, what now? Did you already decide, or are you going to think about it?”

  “I’m still thinking.” She takes a bite of her donut right as the coffee pot dings that it’s ready.

  I run into the kitchen to pour a couple mugs and then come back to the couch. “When do you have to decide?”

  “There’s a meeting next week for all the consultants who are interested. I guess they’ll show us the offices and give us a chance to ask questions. But it’s being set up like a real company. Benefits and everything.”

  She needs benefits. When Owen got the flu, she had to make payments to urgent care to get a prescription for him. “It does sound pretty good. And I guess you don’t have to do it forever.”

  “Exactly. Maybe even just a year or two and I can make enough money to get certified as a personal trainer or get an accounting certificate so I can work at an office. I don’t know yet, but I think this is my best chance of having some options.”

  I hold the mug of coffee in front of me and let the warm steam fill my senses. I love the smell of hot coffee in the morning. “Can I go with you?”

  “What? You want to do it too?”

  “No, I don’t think so. But I’d like to hear what they have to say.”

  “Of course!” I manage to push my mug of coffee out of her path just before Mercy leaps into my arms from the other side of the couch. “This could be so great for us. We can finally get out of the shit hole and start doing what we want to.” I wrap one arm around her back and pat her gently.

  “I hope so, Ang. But don’t get your hopes up yet. It might not be as easy as it seems.”

  ~**~

  Two days pass before I hear from Sebastian, and then at 11:30 on Monday, I get a text from him. Join me for lunch?

  Thanks, but I’m working.

  The response bubbles pop up immediately. Are you actually going to make me order a ton of food just to get you into my office? Because you know I will.

  And I do know he will. Fine, what do you want me to pick up?

  Sushi… Sandwiches?

  I’ve been craving a BLT, so I tell him that. I’ll place an order at Bacon Bits for a twelve o’clock pick up. Does that work for you?

  Yep. That gives me time to do one more delivery before I head over there.

  See you then.

  :-)

  I turn off my delivery app as soon as I finish my delivery, so I’m not called to go for another one. The best part about this job as a delivery driver for Meals2Me is that I just sign in when I want to work and sign out when I don’t.

  After picking up lunch for Sebastian and me, I head straight to his office. I’ve had a busy morning, so I don’t mind taking some time off and to sit for a few minutes.

  Rena waves me past her desk and directly into Sebastian’s office when I exit the elevator. I find Sebastian sitting at a small conference table on the other side of his office.

  His dark eyes give me a once-over, and I shiver under his inspection. His slow smile confirms he likes what he sees. That’s good because I definitely like what I see. Seeing Sebastian in his big office and with his hair neatly in place instead of messy from my fingers running through it makes me want to whimper with need.

  He pulls me into a quick hug, leaning down to kiss me gently. “I could’ve had someone else deliver lunch, you know.”

  “Don’t be silly. I do this for strangers twenty times a day.” I place the bag of food on the small conference table in his office. “There’s no reason why I wouldn’t do it for you.”

  Sebastian brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, slowly caressing my neck before he pulls away. “Well, thank you for picking it up.”

  “Mm hmm.” Breathing is suddenly a lost art as I try to gain control of my faculties. Why does my body go haywire whenever he touches me? During sex is one thing, but a simple hug shouldn’t turn me into a puddle of desperation. But it does. It so does.

  I accept the paper-wrapped sandwich Sebastian hands me, and we both settle at the table and start eating. After a few minutes of companionable silence, I put my sandwich down on the paper it was wrapped in and take a drink of water. “So, what do you do here?”

  Sebastian smirks. “Some people would say I do nothing.”

  I smile, knowing that can’t be true. “And what would you say?”

  He takes a drink of water then leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “This was my father’s company. I guess I’m being groomed to take over now that he’s gone, but light fixtures aren’t exactly my passion.”

  I give him an incredulous look. “Does that mean you actually do nothing around here?”

  He chuckles. “No, not nothing. I have some projects I’m championing, but I’m mostly just the face of the company. The PR department is plastering me all over the world as ‘Mr. Lighting’ these days.” He shakes his head in disgust. “It’s a little crazy.”

  A smile forms on my lips as I imagine a billboard with Sebastian holding a lightbulb in one hand and wearing nothing but a pair of sexy underwear. “If lighting isn’t your passion, what is?”

  His eyes bore into me as he contemplates his response. I don’t know if I’ve offended him, but it takes him a while to speak. “I’m not sure I have a passion. I’ve invested in several companies, and some are more interesting than others, but I haven’t really found the one thing that makes me want to get out of bed every morning.”

  I nod in agreement. “I guess I feel the same way. Obviously, delivering sandwiches to people who are either too busy or too lazy to walk two doors down and get it themselve
s isn’t what I dreamed of doing when I was a kid.” I lean back in my chair and mimic his posture. “But I don’t really have anything better to do right now. So, here I am.”

  Sebastian grins. “Here you are.”

  A slow smile grows across my face until Sebastian’s phone rings from where it’s charging on his desk.

  “Excuse me, please.” He goes to his desk and picks up his phone, glancing at me as he answers it. “Hey.”

  Sebastian turns and stares out the window with his free hand on his hip as he listens to the other end of his phone call. “I see. Call me when you know more.”

  He doesn’t say anything else before he hangs up and slides his phone into his pocket, staring out the window for another minute before turning and rejoining me at the table.

  I pick up my sandwich and take a bite. Tension is heavy in the air, and I’m not sure why. Since I have no idea what kind of business drama he may have going on, I give him a minute before I clear my throat to get his attention. “So, is everything okay?”

  “Of course it is.” He wipes the corner of his mouth and smiles. “Why do you ask?”

  “No reason.” I watch his dark eyes peer right into me and want the rest of him to follow. “Things just seem serious with work.”

  He nods and takes another bite of his sandwich. “I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire.”

  “Sounds hot.” I smirk, giving in to the flirty side I feel whenever I’m around Sebastian.

  He takes a drink of water then winks. “Well, ya know. Lighting isn’t just for libraries and hospitals. It can be sexy when used right.”

  “Is that so?” I chuckle. “And how do you use it to be sexy?”

  Sebastian reaches for my hand then trails a path from my thumb up to my elbow with just the tip of his finger. “Sparingly.”

  My breath hitches and a shiver passes over my skin. “How are you still single?”

  He laughs and pulls back, obviously thinking my lust-induced question was a joke rather than a completely real and serious question.