“And who would answer all those pesky procedural queries you come up with at three a.m.?I mean, what does the twenty-eighth amendment cover, Grey?Go on, tell me.”
“Is that the one about the prohibition of liquor?”
Brax groaned.
“What?”Grey asked.
“There are only twenty-seven amendments.”
“Right.Well, you see what I have to work with?A sharp-tongued pain in the ass who asks me trick questions after three glasses of wine.”
“So now you’re blaming your lack of constitutional knowledge on being a lightweight?”Ava asked, and Grey put his head in his hands.
Ava turned her sights back on Justin, and he wanted to hide too.“So, as I was saying, you should go have hot rebound sex.And do it quickly, because I bet you fifty bucks Melanie will come crawling back once she realises she has to start paying her own rent, and you need to be over her.Ov-er her.”Ava drew out each syllable.“If I hear you’ve made any kind of apology, I’ll come and perform your lobotomy personally.”
“There’s an argument to say he’s already had the lobotomy,” Brax said, and Grey flipped a condom in Justin’s direction.
“Have fun, buddy.”
Justin sighed and emptied his fourth glass of wine.With friends like these, who needed enemies?
CHAPTER7
JUSTIN
“Are you cold?”Amie asked.“Should I turn up the heating?”
Unlike Grey, Justin hired staff he actually liked.Amie had worked for Norquist Construction for almost seven years, first as an intern, then as a purchase ledger clerk, and now as Justin’s PA.She managed his schedule and his life in general, and boy, he could have used her assistance last night.
Fucking Ava.
She’d invited the two blondes from the bar over to the table, and it turned out they were physiotherapists in town for a conference on sports medicine.Three bottles of wine turned into six, and Justin had snuck out of a hotel room in the early hours, tired and slightly queasy, then taken a cab back home.
Now?Now, his head ached, his muscles ached, his cock was throbbing because the woman had used her damn teeth, and he only had one and a half eyebrows.The blonde hadn’t been responsible for the eyebrow thing—that had been entirely his own fault—but he was also sure it wouldn’t have happened if he’d gone to bed early with a book last night as he’d planned.
“The temperature’s fine,” he told Amie.
She scrunched her lips to one side.“Are you sure?It’s just that you don’t normally wear a hat in the office.”
The dark-blue beanie hat was pulled low over his forehead, a quick fix he’d implemented before his site visit this morning.He’d fit right in with the construction workers, but with the admin team?Not so much.
“I shaved off half an eyebrow,” he muttered.
“Uh, what?Like, on purpose?”
“Of course not on purpose.”
He pulled off the hat, and Amie gasped.Then she covered her mouth with her hands as she tried not to laugh.
“I had the five-mil comb attached to trim my beard, but then I took it off to straighten my moustache.And afterward I brushed my teeth and got dressed, but when I walked past the mirror on my way out of the bedroom, I realised my eyebrows were getting bushy, so I picked up the trimmer and…”
“…and you forgot to put the comb back on?”She peered closer.“It’s more like three-quarters.”
Justin slumped into his swivel chair.“What should I do?Should I shave it off completely?How about the other one?”
“Don’t shave it off.That would look…”
“Weird?”
