I growl, feeling my muscles tense for a fight.
He tilts his head. “If you lose your temper even one time, hurt her in any way, even emotionally…”
Visions of me holding my rifle to her head, pulling the trigger, grabbing her by the neck, and pinning her to a tree. Biting her lip. Damn.
He blows out a breath. “I figured you two had been fucking at the cabin. What else is there to do out in the middle of nowhere? But you don’t need to hold on to her now that you’re back. Stick with the professionals—it’s safer that way. Don’t let her ruin us all because of your sentimental dick.”
He’s wrong. My sentimental dick would be easy to ignore. My overthinking brain, too. The part of me that doesn’t want her gagged is a whole different force inside me that my dick and brain are helpless to fight.
I fill my lungs with air, searching for patience. “You’re right. Give me the NDA. I want to see what all she agreed to.”
He snags the document and hands it to me. When I move to grab it, he pulls it back. “You’re doing the right thing.”
I take the document, then flip the lock and head out of the conference room. Remembering something, I stop. “I need you to get someone from the Department of Health to drop in on a place called Chubby’s in the Bronx. Ask them to go in today.” If the place passes health inspection, I’d be shocked. “And then make a call to the restaurant owners. Tell them you’re an attorney working on a class action suit against them for sexual harassment charges.”
“What? Why?”
Because I don’t want Jordan working with her ex, who said he’d wished she’d never come back, for one second longer. Two weeks’ notice is unacceptable. But I can’t tell Hayes all that.
“Just do it.” I turn from him and head back to my office, holding back a satisfied smile.
Twenty
Jordan
Giving my two weeks last night turned out to be unnecessary.
After a surprise inspection from the New York Health Department, Chubby’s was forced to close early. Watching Lincoln run around with his dick in his hands was as satisfying as hearing that the business was also facing a sexual harassment lawsuit.
After I accepted the offer to move in with Alexander, James took me to Lincoln’s so I could clear out what little I had. I also told Lincoln that I hope his cheating dick falls off on my way out the door. By the time I got to work, he was still unhappy with me, so when I quit, he accepted my resignation without the two weeks’ notice, relieved to see me go.
I arrived home before Alexander and fell right to sleep. He slipped into bed sometime around one o’clock in the morning and pulled me against his chest. His skin was damp, and he smelled like body wash. As much as I wanted to attack his naked body, I was too tired to work up the energy it would take to do so.
He made it a point to wake me up this morning before he left. He kissed me and told me he wouldn’t be home until late tonight.
Out of bed, I wash my face, brush my teeth, and run a brush through my hair before going to the kitchen for coffee. The television is on, but the volume is low, and I smile, wondering if Alexander had a change of plans and stayed home.
“Good morning,” I chirp as I step out of the hallway into the main room.
“Finally,” Kingston groans as he comes around the corner from the kitchen and leans a shoulder against the wall. “So the rumors are true. He moved you in.”
“Word travels fast.”
“I’m not going to lie, I’m a little surprised. My brother doesn’t typically like people touching his things.”
“I’m aware.” I think back to the cabin and how he seemed to despise me in his space. Now? Not so much. “What are you doing here?”
He crosses his arms over his chest and frowns as he takes in my clothes. “Yikes. Styled by the local homeless shelter?” His gray plaid skinny slacks hug his slender hips, and his black silk shirt is open at the throat.
“The Bee Gees called. They want their look back.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Funny. Who are the Bee Gees?”
“Forget it.” I move past him into the kitchen in search of coffee. “Nice eyeliner, by the way.”
“Thank you.” He takes a seat at the island