“Well, she apparently has no clue because she still calls you Ren. Anyone who knows you never uses that name.”
“Do you really want to get into this?” I raise an eyebrow, expecting her to back down. Instead, she challenges me with her eyes.
“I’m not a choir boy, Gail. Everyone makes mistakes. She’s one of mine.”
“She’s showing up at your work unannounced, calling me enough to drive me crazy, and putting Angie in a rough spot. How do you think we should handle this?”
“She’ll go away. She’s a bitch, a total bitch.”
“Is she going to cause problems for you?”
“Not in my business. She’s a shady lawyer with no ties to the sports industry. I told you before, she rides on the coattails of her father’s firm.”
“What about with Lizbeth?”
Her question is like a punch to my gut. I hang my head, scared to look at her disapproving glance.
“She won’t touch Bizzy. No one touches Bizzy. I’ll handle it.”
“Shaw?”
I snap my head up at her use of my nickname; it’s unheard of from her.
“We’ve been working together for almost three years. I see things. These last few weeks, I’ve noticed a change. It’s a good thing.”
“It’s better than good, it’s great. For the first time in my life, I feel like I finally have it all. Nothing is going to mess this up. Especially not Sasha Crane.”
“She doesn’t seem like a woman to be ignored.” She points to the envelope she threw. It’s clearly an invitation of sorts.
“Tough shit. I told her there was nothing between us, and I meant it. If she pulls something like today again, I’ll be stronger in my message.”
Gail seems to approve and hands me the small bag in her hand then gives a small wave as she leaves and shuts the door behind her. I tear open the envelope and let out a chuckle of disgust. It is an invitation to a formal dinner to celebrate Sasha being named a junior partner in her father’s firm. She finally wore the old bastard down.
A note falls out with a message directly to me.
Ren,
I’ve been thinking about the way we left things that morning at my house. It was ugly and unnecessary. This will be a special night for me. It’s important that you are there. My whole family will be in attendance, and I think they’d like to meet you. I respect your decision to take things slow, and hopefully, this can be a new start for us.
See you next week.
Sasha
I rip through the note and invitation and toss it in the garbage. If I were at home, I’d burn the damn thing. She is fucking crazy. Images of the last time I saw her creep into my head. They are quickly replaced with Bizzy’s smiling face when I left her in my bed this morning. She was naked and tangled in my sheets, her long dark hair spread across all the pillows. Last night was the first night since we got back that we had all night together.
It took some persuasion on my part, but she finally agreed to use her damn key and meet me there when I got off work. I used every ounce of restraint I had to get through my conference call with a colleague on the west coast, knowing she was waiting at home.
When I arrived and found her lounging on my patio reading, I couldn’t get to her quickly enough. There was no time for words as I lifted her in my arms and immediately took us to my bedroom. Finally, I had her in my house, in my bed, and I wasn’t wasting any time.
I grin and adjust my cock, thinking about how she proved just as eager as me and we were both naked in under a minute. We fought for control, but in the end, I relented and let her take over. She crawled up my body, straddling me, and when she sunk down on my dick, I moaned in pleasure.
Her face took on a whole new expression, knowing she had me under her spell. Slowly, she moved back and forth, bracing her hands on my chest. It was too much. She was teasing me, moving enough for me to feel every inch of her tight pussy clenching my cock. Every nerve in my body started buzzing as her eyes locked with mine.
I had to force myself to breathe. She was the most breathtaking thing I’ve