Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,31

I could instruct him to turn into the garage. We both leaned in for a hot and sensual kiss.

Chapter Ten

Bryn Christmas

Eden met us as soon as we entered the main floor from the garage. “Oh wow, oh wow,” she said as if the sight of Jamison had caught her off guard.

I pointed my hands at Jamison as if I was presenting him to her. “Behold, our assistant for the day, Jamison Cox.”

We both must have looked flushed. We’d made out in the staircase leading to the first floor. Jamison had shoved his hands down my pants, and his fingers made their way along the area above the crotch of my panties.

“Shit, you’re wet,” he whispered as he rubbed me off until orgasm ignited in my pussy.

I tossed my head back against the wall and sighed. “Ha!”

Fortunately, Eden hadn’t heard me. But the sight of Jamison made her fan herself. “He’s my assistant too? What can I tell him to do?”

Chuckling, I wagged my finger at her. “Not that.”

“Well, then, welcome to the process, Jamison Cox,” Eden crooned as she ran a hand through her long dark hair. The look in her eyes was noticeable. She would flirt with him as much as possible. But unlike with Dale, I wouldn’t have to worry about Jamison sneaking off and screwing her when I wasn’t looking. He was my first healthy pick, which meant he wasn’t that kind of guy.

“She finally got here? It’s kind of late,” I heard Dale say. He turned a corner at the end of the hallway and walked toward us. His glare was fastened on Jamison, and Jamison’s was locked on him. Dale stopped next to Eden. “And who are you?”

“He’s our assistant,” Eden replied.

“Who are you?” Jamison asked.

“I’m…”

We waited for Dale to answer. I was curious to know what he would refer to himself as. He reached out to shake Jamison’s hand. “I’m Dale Rumor.”

Jamison shook his hand. “I’m Jamison Cox.”

The two men continued to appraise each other. The moment was just as horrific as I’d imagined. My past and present were colliding.

To put a stop to the awkwardness, I clapped my hands. “Okay, enough with the formalities. Let’s get started.”

Unlike the day before, Dale lurked and even offered his input. We started in the sunroom, where we tried out several of Claudia’s light fixtures, which had been successfully loaded into the app. It had dawned on me, during our first day of work, that Eden’s theme would be Let there be light. I shared that with her, and she loved it. I tried to avoid eye contact with Jamison. He kept staring at me as if the mere sight of me was making him hot.

Dale would ask me loads of stupid questions to get my attention. For example, he kept weighing the value versus the price of a fixture, as if he ever cared how much shit cost. I wanted to yell at him to stop behaving like his father, Jim, who was a cheap asshole with a lot of money.

Eden was too distracted by our work and Jamison to notice what Dale was doing, or at least, that was how it seemed. She viewed the videoed version of the crawling lamp fixture, which was shaped like a spider with a thousand tentacles, each six feet long, that spread across the ceiling. “I think this is the one, Bryn. I mean, what do you think, Jamison?”

Dale pressed his lips together so firmly that they could have gotten stuck in a permanent frown.

“I like it,” Jamison said.

“What the fuck, Eden? And how much is that thing, anyway?” Dale asked.

Eden turned to me, waiting for me to answer the question.

“Eleven thousand dollars, but my customers receive a twenty-percent discount with this particular vendor.”

“For a fucking light?” Dale groused.

I shot Dale a look of warning. He didn’t give a damn about interior design. He was merely there to make it hard for me.

Instead of piping down, he made his way across the room and knocked on a partition made of smooth black polished pebbles, which separated the floor-to-ceiling windows. “And what about this? Instead of an overpriced spider, maybe we should talk about what to do about this. It looks like something from the 1970s, and there’s too much of it all around this fucking house.”

I opened my mouth to say that the home was newly built, and the rock wall was modern and chic, and Eden and I had decided to keep all of it, so he should