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“Son?” His father asked, waving his hand in front of Brent’s face. “Do we have an understanding?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good, make sure your date is a woman of sophistication and class, someone we can all be proud of. I’ve heard lovely things about Katherine Daniels of the Wi-Fi giant, Contact 360. She went to MIT, I believe.”
Brent sighed. “I’ll look her up. Now, I feel like crap, and maybe a hot shower and a change of clothes will help me perk up before Cara gets home. Dad.”
“Of course.” His father parted out of his way, that damn grin still on his face.
You’ve won for now, but I’m never going to be the perfect cookie-cutter VP for you. Not ever.
***
After a hot shower, during which his attention strayed far too often to the silky feel of Jessica’s skin and the sweet hint of honey and mint on her lips, Brent rested on his bed in a pair of jeans and T-shirt. Two shitty confrontations in a row certainly left him feeling sick, even if he wasn’t. Maybe today, they’d do something easy. Cecile usually cooked, but he could ask her to hold off, and they could be regular people and just order takeout.
He bet Cara would like that. Bonus, it would make his father furious, what with all his haughty aspirations. Donald J. Sanderson did not do finger foods.
His phone buzzed, and he hesitated for just a second when he saw it was from Jessica. She hadn’t needed to babysit today since Cara was doing some after-school tech work for the play and would be perfectly supervised until Alex picked her up. Still, it was good to hear from Jessica at any time. No matter what gloomy pall Carl had cast over everything.
He was grateful that Jessica wasn’t the type to demand a lot of texting. He’d much prefer to hear her sexy voice in his ear.
“Hello,” he said warmly.
“I just wanted to, um, see how everything was going with Cara.”
“Did you? She’s not even home from school yet.”
“Well, maybe…”
“Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been doing all day? What will you be doing with your free time tonight?”
“Hmm… I went out to work at a coffee shop this morning and had lunch with a friend from school. I might go see a movie tonight.”
“Is that so? Well, today, I had the joy of suffering a round of verbal fisticuffs with my father. Over a charity event, of all things.”
“Is he going to set you up with another lesbian?”
“No, this time I get to pick my own lesbian.”
“I can set you up. As long as you’re allowed to bring someone with multiple piercings and pink hair.”
“That might be frowned upon.” Brent decided to change the subject before walking off the cliff of whether or not Jessica was all right with him dating other women, even for show. It wasn’t something he was interested in, not now. Of course, he couldn’t go but so far with Jessica in public, could he? No, best to keep the conversation steered to other topics. “So, how are you tonight?”
“Tired,” she replied honestly. “I just got out of a hot bubble bath because I’ve been studying some class notes for finals and my shoulders are fried.”
“I bet that was fun,” he said, slamming his flat palm against his forehead when he realized how bad that sounded.
Jessica, for her part, shocked the hell out of him by answering in a low, sultry tone, “It would have been more fun with you.”
Brent leaned back on his bed where he’d settled after his own shower and tucked the phone under his chin. Something deep down in his bones said he might want his hands free for the rest of the conversation. “I have the same feeling about you, honestly, babe.”
There was a soft chuckle on the other end of the line, and when she spoke again, her voice was a bit more sober, mature: “I… You know I don’t even say things like that, not to anyone.”
“I don’t mind. I know that things are happening fast between us, and we’re not sure exactly how it all looks or will work out. I don’t want you to feel any pressure, Jessica. If you just wanted a little flirty banter over the phone, then it’s all it has to be,” he replied.
“What if I want more?”
The soft hesitance of her question made the blood rush directly to his cock. He wanted everything about Jessica, always had, and the fact she was really asking him to lead her through something as intimate at phone sex had his balls filling with need and arousal.
“You do?” he said, his own voice going into a low bass register from its usual baritone. Reaching down, he let his hand stray over the silky fabric of his boxers. If she heated their banter up any, he’d be ready to put hand on flesh. “Then can I ask what you’re wearing now?”
