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I shrug, putting the cuffs down on the glass table next to him. “Somebody’s idea of a joke? Toss them. I don’t want them.”
I return to my work, but after a few minutes, I glance up to stare at the cuffs, puzzled.
Were they there when I packed my lingerie this morning?
For the life of me, I can’t remember.
3
Ian
I stare out
the window, my fingers tapping on my knee.
The meeting with the client went quite well, and I just secured myself a new CFO. He has a ton of experience, and he is exactly what I need for Bearing Consulting.
So why aren’t I happy?
An entire week has passed and not a single text or call from Agatha.
New York is different from Chicago. It is faster-paced, and I love it here. But for the first time in ages, I find myself wishing I was back home.
I wonder whether Agatha has forgiven me for what I said. But maybe she hasn’t.
I let the waitress refill my coffee, brooding as I remember the stark look on her face when I uttered those words.
It had been jealousy.
I had been jealous, and jealousy complicates things.
Idly, I stare down at the dark liquid in my cup. Agatha is Philip’s younger sister. I have no right putting my hands on something that isn’t mine. And yet, when I saw those pieces of lingerie, I wanted to see her in them. I want her under me, her soft form trembling under my touch as I make her scream my name, teaching her who she belongs to.
But she doesn't belong to me, does she?
I let out a small sigh, filled with frustration.
When did she become so important to me?
This last year certainly pushed us together.
But it wasn’t just this year. When she was setting up her business a few years ago, she came to me for advice. I’ve always known she’s smart, but that was the first time I’d seen her transform from a society woman to someone who was willing to spend hours and hours doing grunt work in sweats and hoodies, eating cheap takeout.
My respect for her had gone through the roof.
Days and nights she put in, building her start-up into something that is now called McCoy Strategies. A successful PR company that is not dissimilar to what I do as a crisis CEO. Agatha and I both step in to fix messes. She works on the reputation of a company while I fix a company’s structure.
It is no wonder that I often end up working alongside her.
I throw the burning liquid down my throat with a heavy scowl.
Then why have things gone so bad? When did I start looking at her as more than Philip’s sister and my friend?
“Ian?”
A familiar voice makes me blink.
I turn my head to see Agatha standing there, wearing a blue blouse with a sharp blazer and a dark pencil skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination.
