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Chapter 14
Ian
I sip my coffee and look out the window with salacious eyes.
What I’m currently seeing has me at a loss. There’s Evan, my dear brother, having a beautifully setup lunch with Meg...my heart’s desire.
We’re all aware that she spent the night with Paul, and that’s enough to make my blood boil. But now, I have to wake up to this? Who does romance before noon, anyway?
I’m watching them, and she looks as sexy as ever in her white lace nightgown. Truly, she’s the most perfect house guest the mansion has ever had. Is she a maid or a guest?
I’m still unclear as to how Meg got here. She obviously has a prime education, so why is she working for us again?
I like the idea of being her boss. I’m one of the most successful lawyers in the city, and I could definitely take her on as an intern or an assistant. She obviously has the brains for it.
But at this moment, she’s being wooed by my brother Evan, and I feel disgruntled by it. That should be me out there wooing her. With four of us brothers around the house, there’s always stiff competition for women.
But this is getting insane.
People are vying for Meg’s attention like she’s the Hope diamond. Indeed, she’s close to being that. She really is that beautiful, and I guess we all know that makes the rivalry begin.
I push the blonde hair off of my face and get away from the window. I don’t need to see more of that. Evan obviously didn’t waste any time in getting to know Meg, and I think I’ll do him one better.
I get on the phone and arrange to have the limousine come by the house in about an hour. Then, I call my assistant and have her arrange all the details.
“Tammy. Hi, it’s Ian. Listen, I know that I’m out in the country, but you’re in the city. I need you to arrange a couple things for me.”
“Okay, sure. Whatever you need, I can do,” she says, always ready to please me.
“Well, it’s about a woman. I need you to arrange an afternoon of luxury shopping. You can do it at the outdoor mall that’s here. I need you to warn all of the stores that we’re coming so that we receive the very best treatment possible.”
“Sure thing, no problem. What stores did you have in mind, exactly?” she asks.
“I want to go to all the best, Gucci, Chanel—and don’t forget Agent Provocateur.”
“It’ll all be arranged, sir. All I need is about an hour to get it done,” she says.
“And Tammy, it would be nice if you can organize a dinner at a romantic restaurant. I want our time to extend into the evening. I want everything to be perfect. And if you can make sure there’s a bouquet of roses waiting for us in the limo, that would be great,” I say.
Tammy’s pretty used to me arranging this sort of thing, though it’s not very often I go out of my way for a woman like this. She knows it must be someone special if I’m pulling out all the stops. At the same time, she knows that I’m not a one-woman kind of guy.
Everyone in NYC does.
Ian Sullivan doesn’t settle down for anyone. That’s the talk on the town. I assume my reputation precedes me.
I doubt Meg will change any of that. But for the time being, I’m just interested in having fun and beating my brothers in this game of ours.
I’m going to steal Meg away for an afternoon of shopping. She deserves a life of luxury and the clothes to go with it. Besides, it’ll give us some quiet time away from the mansion to get to know each other a little bit better.
I can’t wait to break up Evan’s little surprise lunch, brunch—or whatever the hell you call it. Paul already claimed her last night, and I won’t have Evan doing the same thing today. I’m ready for Meg to be mine, and it’s about time she understood my intentions.
I put on my finest Armani suit, groom my thick blonde hair, and put on some cologne. Then, I happily make my way out to the garden, knowing I’m about to ruin Evan’s moment.
I walk through the lengthy mansion and see all of the staff. Mrs. Simmons smiles at me, and I see other maids going about their tasks. I’m so glad that Meg’s not a part of that today.
We’re gonna have to get her off the maid thing.
I imagine that Paul or Evan have arranged for her to have the morning off. I think maybe I should tell Mrs. Simmons that Meg needs to have the afternoon and evening hours off, too.
