Page 79 of For Your Consideration

Me

Are you and Soph free tomorrow?

Wasn’t going to risk her having plans again.

Sutton

Dinner?

Me

My place.

Sutton

How about my place?

And you, mister, will not argue with me. We’ll plan later.

Have a good day!

I shook my head, grabbed my coffee, and then headed to Jaxson’s office to wait for him to get in. We all had fingerprint-activated locks on our doors thanks to Jaxson’s security technology obsession—he claimed he was just testing products. This one was installed a few months back. Thankfully, we were all programmed with access to each other’s offices.

I sat on his couch, looking over emails for only about twenty minutes before he walked in. If it was anyone else, I might have scared them, sitting there with the door closed and no light on, but Jaxson just looked over at me.

“Early start?” He went around his desk and started to get himself settled for the day. I moved from the couch to stand in front of him.

“Are you digging for anything on Sutton’s ex?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

Jaxson glanced up at me as he started firing up all the screens and monitors in the office. I honestly had no idea how he used them all or how he knew where to find anything. “I’ve given Maya full access to my top PI. They’ll have everything she needs.”

Glaring at him, I waited for him to look up. Finally, his serious face met mine. “British Intelligence wanted you for a reason.” I lifted my eyebrow. While I was sure a PI could find some dirt, Jaxson had no issues with playing in the gray. And he was the best there was.

The serious face disappeared and a smirk took its place as he leaned back. “You are a really good friend, Ashy-boy.”

“Jaxson,” I ground out through a tight jaw and narrowed eyes. Fucker’s smirk only grew. That friend joke was really sticking.

He shook his head, a devious smile on his face as he looked at his computer. “What do you want me to find?”

“Everything.”

Knocking on the door, I waited for Sutton to come let me in. I couldn’t believe she convinced me to have dinner at her place instead of mine.

Though I was pretty sure this woman could get me to do whatever she wanted.

She refused to let me bring anything and wouldn’t even take my card to buy the food. She just kept saying no.

The door swept open and Sutton stood there with a bright smile on her face. She was wearing a soft pink T-shirt that met the top of her wide-legged jeans, with slippers on her feet. Her hair was curled and down, tucked behind her ears.

I swallowed, clearing my throat. What would a friend say in this scenario?

You look fucking stunning.

You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.

How am I allowed to breathe the same air as you?

“Hi.”