Mr. Big Shot (Suits & Sevens #1) - Isla Olsen Page 0,41

I like to be tied down and disciplined by my male lovers, the fact that I even have male lovers… Oh yeah, and how I’m currently involved with a co-worker. Again. Because, apparently, now that this is all out there everyone’s forgotten that Amelia’s story was completely debunked just last week.

Fuck. The way this is all written makes it sound so dirty and tawdry. As though being dominated by guys is something I should be ashamed of.

I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder and then Emily’s soothing voice. “Spence, it’s okay. We’ll sue their ass off—by the time we’re done we’ll own that fucking tabloid.”

“We can’t sue,” I murmur, my eyes still locked on the screen in front of me.

“What, why not?”

I let out a heavy breath, finally lifting my gaze to meet my sister’s. “Because there’s nothing libelous in here.”

Emily blinks at me in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

I wave at the iPad. “It’s all true.”

A long moment of silence stretches between us as she just stares at me, dumbfounded. Finally, she asks, “You’re gay?”

“Okay, well, that part’s not entirely accurate,” I clarify. “I’m bi.”

“But…how could they possibly know all this?” Emily asks, gesturing to the article on her iPad. I know she’s not just skimming past my pronouncement—she’ll come back to that later once she’s had time to digest it. Right now she’s focusing on the more tangible issue of the article.

There’s only one possible explanation for the accuracy of the article, and the realization has my heart crack into about a million pieces.

Emily must be able to read the heartbreak on my face, because her expression fills with concern. “What’s going on, Spence?”

Before I have a chance to answer her, the door to my office bangs open and Will rushes in. Fuck. I hate that the sight of him still makes my heart pound, even if it does feel like it’s been ripped out of my chest and trampled on by a stampede of elephants.

Will seems completely oblivious to Emily’s presence as he walks toward me, blue eyes full of what I’m sure has to be mock concern. Jeez, I never realized he was such a good actor. “Spence, I just saw the article—are you okay?”

“Get. Out.” I tell him, the words leaving my mouth through a clenched jaw, my eyes fixed on him with a look that could freeze lava.

He rears back as if I’ve slapped him; hurt washes over his features and once again I’m furious with myself for caring that he’s upset. “You seriously think I would…?” His voice is quiet, trailing off at the end. “You have to know I didn’t do this. Spencer, I would never…” His eyes bore into mine with a look of disbelief.

“I told you to leave.” My tone is quiet but no less commanding. Not able to bear the sight of him anymore, I spin my chair around to face the Lexington Avenue view.

“Fine.” I can hear the simmering anger in his voice, but I ignore it. What does he have to be angry about?

His feet make a heavy tread across the carpet toward the door before he finally exits, closing the door firmly behind him.

Once Will is gone, Emily rounds the desk to kneel in front of me. “Spence?”

I scrub my hands over my face, releasing a long, pent-up sigh. “Can we go get drunk now, please?”

The corner of her mouth curves up in a placating smile. “Fine. But don’t think you’re off the hook—I want the full story. All of it.”

I get to my feet with a grumbled “fine” and slip into my suit jacket. Grabbing my phone from my desk, I slip it into my breast pocket and follow Emily out the door.

I’m not entirely surprised to see that Will’s not at his desk, but I’m hoping he’s just in the bathroom or something because I really don’t want to run into him on our way out of the building. Fortunately, we make our way downstairs without incident and head to a bar just down the block from our building. As soon as we get there I take a seat at the bar and order a scotch; Emily slides into the stool next to me and orders a wine.

“I’m so sorry, Em.” I prop my elbows on the bar and rest my forehead in my hands. I can’t believe this is happening again; except unlike last time, this is all true. Fuck. “I’ll work out a plan to deal with the investors. If