My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend - Max Monroe Page 0,64

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Lena: Now I know what your next step with Milo is.

Me: ?

Lena: Text him and tell him exactly what you just told me.

Me: About DP?

Lena: Uh-huh.

Me: What in the hell do I say? “Oh hey, I want to try DP”?

Lena: Oh yes, honey. That’s pretty much perfect.

I take a sip of my coffee and shrug to myself.

It’s not like Lena’s advice has ever steered me in the wrong direction.

Milo

Although I planned to take Saturday off from work, when Emily—one of Fuse’s top finance gurus—called me about a discrepancy that needed to be worked out, I found myself getting out of bed about three hours earlier than I planned and heading into the office.

Being in the back seat with nothing to do while Sam drove proved to be a test of my sanity.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Maybe, that stupid party, and that really and truly stupid kiss.

Goddamn, I shouldn’t have done that. I should have backed away instead of leaning in, held my ground in the name of self-preservation.

But I’m finding I’m powerless against her. Her sassy words and contagious giggle. Those big brown eyes and gorgeous smile. And the way those cheeks of hers blush when she’s feeling embarrassed…

Fuck… She is apparently my kryptonite.

And even knowing that, I’d do it all over again. It’s all too much—the sweet smell of her shampoo, the warmth of her body, the absolutely perfect sensation of her lips under mine—and when it comes to her, I fear I’d do just about anything, rational thought be damned.

Get it together, you bastard.

As Sam drops me at my building and I close myself into the solitude of my office, my neuroses over my best friend’s little sister become acutely more obvious. For the love of God, if I’m going to get anything done today, I need to shut down that section of my brain completely.

I glance down at my semi-hard cock and scold him too. Absolutely no more running through that kiss for the rest of the workday! I wouldn’t call his response compliant, but I push onward anyway.

Yes. I can do this. I can just think about work.

I glance at the clock on my desktop computer and see I have another thirty minutes before I need to be in the conference room to discuss the accounting discrepancy with Emily and ten other employees of the finance team.

I resign myself to my fate of catching up on late emails, but I only get through ten messages before my phone starts to ring. A FaceTime request from Cap.

Oh, here we go…

Normally, I might be surprised to hear from him so early on a Saturday. But after our encounter last night, I wouldn’t expect anything less. Caplin Hawkins is a shitstirrer of epic proportions, and I know from way too much experience, he isn’t going away if I ignore him.

Not after seeing me with Evan’s sister.

On a sigh, I accept the call on my desktop, and his big ole fucking head fills the screen. He’s looking down and tapping out something, and before I know it, Thatcher Kelly is there too, smiling back at me.

Fucking hell. It’s the whole goon squad.

“Oh man! Is that the office I see behind you?” Cap exclaims. “And here I thought you might’ve come to your senses and learned that Saturdays are meant for relaxing.”

“I told you he’d be in the office,” Thatch chimes in. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?”

“You two are so cute, bickering like an old married couple. Is your anniversary coming up? I’ll have my assistant send a gift,” I retort.

Cap gives me the finger, and Thatch, the crazy giant, smiles. “Like Cassie would share all of this—” He runs his hands down his body in a horrendous display of eroticism. “With just anyone. She needs a twelve-inch, trick-performing, light-saber-powerful cock to even consider it.”

Cap laughs hysterically, and I cover my eyes. Dear God, “To what do I owe this horrible occasion of video-chatting with you?”

Cap’s laugh turns to wolflike. “Well, I was having a nice Saturday chat with Thatch and telling him how I saw you last night at Daphne Ares’s party…”

My pulse races in my throat as I gear up for the shit I know is coming.

“And needless to say, we both decided it was the perfect time to call and catch up with the devil himself.”

Thatch nods. “And here we thought you’d all but given up on having a social life.”

“Yeah, buddy,” Cap adds with an annoying smirk. “What’s going on? Mind clueing us in