Contingency Plan (Blackbridge Security #3) - Marie James Page 0,35

Blair are the clients.”

“Are you really splitting hairs right now?”

“You don’t sound as angry as I thought you would.”

“She’s pregnant.”

My blood stops flowing. “I didn’t sleep with her.”

But I’ll kill the man who did.

“Anna,” he says with a laugh.

“I didn’t sleep with her either.”

His growl brings a smile to my face.

“I’m going to be a father.”

“Fathers show compassion and understanding. Any chance you’re going to start practicing that today?”

“Both Wren and Ignacio told me you want to come back.”

I’d jab him in the throat if I could. “I told you I didn’t want to come in the first place,” I remind him.

“Do you want to come home?” I wait because he doesn’t sound like he’s finished. “After last night, do you still want to come home?”

“I need to be more professional.”

“I always want you to be professional, Flynn.”

“So, no kissing the clients.” I say it more for my benefit than his.

“Correct.”

“Anything else?” I ask as I watch Remington descend the stairs in workout clothes so tight it’s almost like she’s naked.

“Just one reminder,” Deacon says.

“Yeah?”

“Charles and Carla Blair are your clients.” The fucker hangs up, but honestly, it’s for the best because I wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation right now anyway.

Is she purposefully swaying her hips with that much attitude or am I imagining it?

Her sports bra isn’t thick enough to do much, and my mouth waters to trace the outline of her nipple pushing against the fabric. Her hair is in the typical bun, but her face is completely made up, notifying me that she isn’t going to be working out today in the home gym.

“I have an exercise class,” she says as she breezes past me without bothering to look me in the eye.

She waits by the rear passenger door of her car for me to open it up, and it’s easy to see she’s put me in a much different box than the one I was in last night. It’s probably for the best though. Despite practically having permission from my boss to kiss her, tainting a job with emotion never worked out well for me in the past.

The only words she gives to me include the address to her exercise class, but that doesn’t stop me from watching her in the rearview mirror more than I actually watch the road in front of me.

She waits when we arrive, and I know she’s trying to act like a diva, but I like opening the door for her, so I think it’s a win-win situation. I breathe deep when she slips past me again, planning to compare the scent of her skin now versus after she’s done exercising. It’s not the first time I’ve been around to witness the event, but at home she’s always in slouchy sweats and an oversized t-shirt, never second-skin spandex.

With her nose halfway tilted to the sky, Remington breezes into the building, another skyscraper that looks more like the hub for Fortune 500 companies than a gym, but lo-and-behold, the third floor houses a very swanky one.

“You can wait in the lobby if you like,” Remington says with more professionalism than she’s shown since the day I met her.

Ignoring her, I follow her into the room, realizing my mistake the second I walk in. If I thought pulling away from the taste of her lips was hard last night, it’s got nothing on what’s about to go down.

The room, surrounded by mirrors is lit with several strobe lights with soft, sultry music playing through hidden speakers. All of that is fine, but it’s the half dozen gleaming poles scattered throughout the room that have the potential to give me a fucking heart attack. I’m not an idiot. I know pole dancing is a very good way to get a full-body workout, but I just wish I had time to prepare for this.

Nothing, and I mean nothing prepares me for the sight of Remington crossing the room and kissing either side of some dude’s face. His hand rests familiarly on her hips and I could make diamonds out of coal with the tension in my muscles. I watch, angry with the world even though it makes no sense as they laugh and joke. Several other women enter, two of them eyeing me up and down before they pull away from each other.

My mouth literally hangs open when Remington steps to the side and tugs down her athletic leggings. More ass than was revealed in her bikini that first day is visible, her