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Her pink lips part, and a wicked image flashes across my mind.
“Who’s on the guest list?” Daisy climbs onto her knees in the chair, leaning on her elbows, and with her hair in a ponytail, she’s like a kid planning a birthday party.
Miles eats it up. Nothing makes him happier than people jumping onboard his unnecessarily elaborate plans. “I’ve got Brimfield and Skinner. Grafton—”
“Oh! I hope they send Heather. She’s so fun. I’d love to show her my store.”
“I’ll put in a special request for Ms. Olsen to attend.”
Joselyn sits quietly in her chair, chewing on her bottom lip. She’s different today, quieter, and I don’t like it. She can’t be intimidated by all this. She’s far too talented to be insecure. Something else is troubling her, and I want to know what it is.
At the wedding reception, she had the nerve to mock me, and it was annoying as fuck and ridiculously adorable.
I want her to do it again so I can pull her across my lap and spank her creamy, white ass. Then I’ll smooth my palm over her soft, pink cheeks. Then I’ll follow with my lips…
Her eyes are on me, and I try another smile. She blinks hesitantly before finally returning my greeting with a small smile of her own. That’s better.
“I think we’ve got a great start.” Daisy is on her feet.
“How soon can we make it happen?” Miles stands as well, and they’re eye to eye.
“Two weeks?” She glances to her cousin. “What do you think, Sly? Will that give you enough time?”
“I think so.” Joselyn is still distracted.
Daisy glances to Miles, “Yes?”
He’s beaming. “I’ll send invitations as soon as you verify the venue.”
“I’ll make some calls on the drive home.” Daisy lifts a small leather bag off her chair. “Now I’ve got to hit the road. I’ve got a husband to feed.”
The pituitary case.
“Is it after five already?” Miles takes her arm, and they’re like a tiny power duo. “I’ve got a date with my Netflix. I just started the Cecil Hotel doc. Very nice to meet you, Miss Winthrop.”
They head for the door, and I wait as Joselyn collects a small clutch, which I assume holds her phone. “She was always his favorite,” I tease, as if I care Miles prefers Daisy.
“She’s a pixie.” Joselyn pick
s up the empty bottles, placing them in the trash.
“You don’t have to clean. Maintenance will take care of it.”
Her cheeks flush, and she shakes her head. “I’m used to doing all the jobs.”
“Daisy told me you’re self-employed.”
“Trying to be. I recently had a change in circumstance.”
“You fired yourself?” I place a hand on the open doors of the elevator, holding them for her.
“What?” She blinks up at me, then realizes I’m joking. “Oh, no. Just… personal stuff.”
I’m intrigued, and I can’t let her go. “It’s after five on a Friday. Let me buy you a drink.”
The elevator dings when we reach the bottom floor, and she hesitates. “I shouldn’t.”
“Still with the boyfriend?” If she says yes…
