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KAYLA
IwatchhowJensen pushes Rae against the wall, his mouth covering hers.
He’s clearly not aware of the fact that I’m sitting on their couch to enjoy the show.
Like a good houseguest, I just roll my eyes and watch the screen, hoping they’ll eventually notice me and move this somewhere else, though the two seem to merge like Siamese twins, so that might take a while.
I’m happy for my cousin. Jensen is a good guy, a brooding asshole, but a good guy nonetheless, and she deserves it.
But, man, the two of them fuck like bunnies on a mission to save their species from extinction. I’ve walked in on them at least a handful of times in the last two weeks, and that was not because I walked into their bedroom unannounced.
No, apparently, they are still on a quest to christen every square inch of this house.
It’s cute.
Until you’re a witness, then it’s disgusting.
I clear my throat when the sound of their smooching becomes louder than the TV and Rae jumps up, her cheeks flushing.
“Keeks. I didn’t see you there.” She pulls the hem of her shirt down while Jensen gives me a slight scowl.
“Oh, yeah. Been sitting here for the last ten minutes. I thought the TV would be a good indication, but nope, the two of you are so in love you won’t hear a bomb dropping in the backyard as long as your tongues are pressed together. It’s impressive, really.”
“Right.” Rae gives Jensen an apologetic look, and he groans.
“Cockblocker.” His accusation is directed at me, and I offer him a taunting smile as I watch him get out of the room.
“I got you a job.” Rae sits down next to me.
“What?” I almost choke on my sweet tea in excitement. “Where?”
The smile on my cheeks is quickly dropped to a glower when she repays it with a wary look.
“Oh, no. I’m not going to work with Nana. The woman cooks a mean fried chicken, but I can’t take orders from that old bat.”
She rips out a laugh, putting her drink back on the table before she folds her feet under her ass. “As if she would hire you.”
“Good point.”
“No, I got you a job at KPI.”
My lashes fly high and my spine springs straight. “What?”
“Kayman Publishing International? It’s the biggest publishing company in the country.”
“I know what it is,” I sputter impatiently. “It’s also Bodi’s company. You know? Hot Australian? Jensen’s best friend? The one who fucked me senseless on your last birthday.” The last sentence has me going back to that memory, instantly swallowing when I think about all the ways he managed to spark my senses alive. If I close my eyes, I can still imagine his tongue going through my folds while he brought me a high I didn’t even know was possible.
“Get your head out of the gutter, missy!” I bring my eyes back to a scowling Rae.
“Sorry,” I lie on a mumble, then conjure another smile. “So he’s offering me a job?”
“Yes. Personal Assistant.”
“To who?”
“Who do you think?” she huffs.
“I’m going to be his Personal Assistant?”
“Yes, and nothing else,” she says firmly. “He has his concerns considering your history. But I convinced him you’d be able to keep work and private separate.”
“Of course, I can!” I squeal, waving her worry away.
“This is a really great opportunity, Keeks.” She gives me a mindful look, laced with a little caution. “If you work there for a year without a degree, you’ll be able to work whenever you want. Don’t screw it up.”
“I won’t screw it up! I think I can be a good PA. I like to organize stuff.”
“That means don’t sleep with him,” she clarifies.
“Yeah, yeah, I know what it means.”
My phone starts to buzz next to me, and I flip it over to see who it is.
A lump the size of a bowling ball builds in the back of my throat, and I try to swallow it away while my gaze stays fixed on my phone. My hands start to tremble, even though I do my best to keep them straight, which is fucking hard with the dreading feeling clouding my brain.
I thought he’d stop by now. He’d forget all about me. Out of sight, out of mind, right? But at least once a day, I get a minor heart attack at seeing his name lighting up my phone.
Just ignore him, Kayla. He’ll give up, eventually.
