“You’re right,” Georgia informed me. “Dad wants him back in the office on Monday.”
“I need at least another week.”
“I can probably buy you a day. That being this day,” she returned. “So my suggestion, get your ass home, grab this coffee and the donuts I got you and get to David’s office.”
“I’m not working today.”
“Li—”
I looked to my lap and my words hissed through the air like a whip. “I’m not working today.”
“You’re gonna have to get over that shit,” she warned.
“I’m over it but I’m in the middle of something else,” I retorted. “That being the stunt David pulled, a stunt the simple fact he pulled it should buy me at least another week of assessing the situation. You can’t get Dad to accept that and he sends him back to his office, so be it. Not the first time such a decision has been made, the consequences of which might not be promising.”
Georgia was silent because she knew I spoke truth.
Nick’s hand started moving back up the inside of my calf.
By the time it hit my knee, I felt his touch in my pussy.
My eyes went to him.
He was no longer listening intently.
His attention was aimed at my breasts.
I looked down.
My hand with the sheet had slipped. I wasn’t exposed fully but there was a lot to see.
I shifted the sheet up.
Nick’s hand started moving much faster down the inside of my thigh.
“Are we done?” I asked my sister.
“We need to have lunch this week,” she told me.
“Pick a day just as long as it’s later in the week, text me where to be, I’ll be there.”
“Okay, Liv. And—”
Nick cupped me with his hand.
I cut my sister off. “I have something I need to do. Enjoy your Sunday.”
“Li—” I heard before I disconnected, hit the button at the side to turn the ringer off and tossed the phone to the bed.
I was about to lunge at Nick when something moved over his face.
No.
More than one something. It looked like he was at war with himself.
One side won, leaving his expression sharp.
“You know what I do,” he said quietly.