The Wrong Right Man - Aurora Rose Reynolds Page 0,70
to get a vacation?”
“What?” He laughs.
“Well, I need a vacation, but I just started working for IMG, so I don’t think it will get approved. But since I’m sleeping with you, do you think you can pull some strings?”
“It depends.”
“On what?” I raise a brow.
“Exactly what would you be willing to do in order to get this vacation?”
“I think that question would be considered sexual harassment,” I say as he takes the cup from my hand and sets it on the table. Then he crowds my space until I’m lying back on the couch. “What are you doing, Mr. Adams?”
He opens his mouth to reply, but an annoying buzzing sound breaks into the moment and he groans, resting his forehead to mine. “That’s probably your brother.”
“I want this day to be over already.” I sigh, and he laughs, pushing away from me. He goes to the intercom on the wall in the kitchen, and I listen to him tell security that Jamie is allowed up. What feels like seconds later, the elevator doors open and my brother steps out. I don’t even bother getting up from the couch to greet him. I wait for him to come to me, and when he does, he frowns down at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“We need to have a conversation,” Braxton tells him, bringing two beers over and handing one to Jamie.
“Are you two having a baby?”
I glance at Braxton, wondering what the look on his face means, and quickly say, “I’m not pregnant.” Jamie visibly relaxes, but I’m too chicken to look at Braxton again. I’m on birth control, not that Braxton and I have ever once discussed that or children. I don’t even know if he wants a family someday. I hope he does, because that is something I for sure want, and I know if he doesn’t, this will never work. “Can you sit down?” I pat the couch next to me, and after Jamie sits, I take his hand.
“What the fuck is going on? You two are freaking me out.”
“Last night, someone broke into my place and trashed it,” I tell him, expecting him to react, but he just stares at me, unblinking. “I wasn’t home. Braxton and I were at his cabin.”
“I have people looking into things,” Braxton cuts in, sitting on the couch on the opposite side of me. “The cops are involved and up to date on what’s happened.”
“Do you have any idea who did it?” Jamie finally speaks, and I look at Braxton. He’s been on the phone all day off and on with the cops and the people he hired, but has been keeping things to himself, so I don’t really know what’s going on.
“We don’t.” Braxton rests his hand on my thigh. “We’re still waiting for them to look at the footage from the cameras in the building, and the police are running the prints they picked up off the package, but it might be a few days before we hear anything from that.”
Jamie mumbles something I can’t understand as he scrubs his hands down his face, and then he runs his hands through his hair. “So, until then?”
“We just have to wait.” I shrug. “I know it sucks, but there is nothing else we can do right now.”
“Are you going to stay here with him or do you want to come stay with me at my apartment?” he asks, and Braxton stiffens, his hold on my thigh becoming almost painful.
“I’m going to stay here.” I lower my voice when I have his attention then continue, “Please don’t be mad.” I don’t want to upset him or make him feel that I’m choosing Braxton over him, but I feel safe here. Even with everything going on, I’m not afraid, and I know that’s because of the man at my side.
“I’m not upset. I get it. Besides, I think you’re safer here anyway.” He leans back to rest his ankle on his knee. “I’m gonna tell the guys what’s going on, and they might want to come check on you.”
“They’re welcome here anytime,” Braxton says, and I cover his hand with mine, giving it a squeeze, hoping he understands how much that tiny gesture means to me. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing, what’s up?” Jamie asks.
“My parents are here, and we’re planning on going out to dinner. You can join us if you like.”
“Please join us.” I hold my hands in the prayer position.
Jamie smiles at me. “Yeah, all right,” he agrees, and I lean over and