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What the hell was up with that?
Assuming she’d written the list at all. It could be a prank, some sort of weird joke. He’d heard way too much conversation in the hall outside his office today. Every time he’d gone into the store, everyone had smiled and been friendly as pie.
Even Kelly.Especially Kelly.
So was she in on the scam? Or had someone decided to create some havoc after nosing into her personal files? Who would come up with a sex list anyway?
She would.
At his silence, Marcia turned around. “What’s the big deal about Kelly’s PDA? Just give it back to her.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Rather than argue, he took another chance—he was racking them up—and handed it to her. With an eyebrow arched, she read the list and then glanced back at him. “So I’m supposed to be surprised she wants you?” She smirked. “You’re not too ugly.”
“How about that she has a list like that to begin with?”
She shrugged. “Maybe she got drunk one night and decided to get really honest.”
“You’ve been drunk plenty of times. Ever done something like that?” He shook his head and held up a hand. “Never mind. You do enough sober that I’d rather not know.”
“Low blow, little brother.” She returned Kelly’s PDA and he dropped it in his drawer. He’d seen the thing enough. Didn’t matter. The list might as well have been surgically implanted on his brain.
His brows lifted as Marcia poked at the loveseat cushions. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for the wet spot.” Grinning, she bypassed the cushions altogether and sat on the padded arm. “Since this little slice of heaven is going to be all mine soon, I’m not about to let you ruin my new furniture with your indiscretions.”
He snorted and closed one of the many files he had open on his computer. Who was he kidding? All work ceased when his blonde bombshell of a sister sashayed into the room. “No wet spot. No indiscretions. You really do have an overactive imagination. Been hanging out in the romance section again?”
“I prefer doing to reading, thank you very much.” She crossed her legs and her skirt crept toward indecency. “Normally I wouldn’t encourage you to fuck the staff, but why not go for it?”
“Since when do you care about my sex life? Or Kelly’s?”
She shrugged and dragged her fingers through her hair. “She’s a friend. Of course I care.”
“Uh huh.” Spencer wheeled his chair around to face her. “Your altruism wouldn’t have anything to do with keeping Kelly occupied and far away from Tony, would it?”
Tony Griggs was the night manager. More importantly, he was Marcia’s on-again, off-again, on-yet-again, much younger lover. The two of them regularly generated more sparks than a fireworks display. At least half those sparks were from fury, jealousy and their many ugly stepsisters.
Sort of reminded him of another couple he knew. Except fury wasn’t exactly the emotion that sprang up most often between him and Kelly. He deliberately kept things cooler than that. Most of the time they remained civil when they disagreed during staff meetings. They just saw things from opposite sides of the table. He preferred to embrace and enhance tradition. She was all about chasing the future.
Except when it came to the beat-up, antiquated PDA in his top desk drawer. Apparently she didn’t practice what she preached.
He certainly wasn’t the jealous type. Nope, he didn’t mind that she was screwing guys and keeping a written record of her conquests. Or her possible fuckees, whichever applied. Women’s lib was great. Rah-rah.
“I’m secure in my relationship.”
“Sure you are. That’s why if your skirts get any shorter you’ll be belting your underwear.”
To his surprise, his sister actually flushed. He hadn’t seen her look embarrassed since college, if not longer. “Maybe if you’d stop paying so much attention to me and Tony, you’d notice Kelly wiggling at the sight of you.”
“Wiggling.” He tapped his fingers on the blotter and contemplated the forty things left on his To Do list. He’d planned on staying late tonight to compensate for his trip to Virginia next week but he’d lost all interest in work. A rarity for him but stranger things had happened. Today’s winner had to be ranking dead last on Kelly’s sex list.
How many of those clowns h
ad she already slept with? He’d seen strange little symbols by most of the names—though not by his—but he’d hardly had time to investigate. Tomorrow, number one on his agenda was making sure his employees knew he wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense in his stores. Jokes, pranks, gossip. None of it.
