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Her voice was closer now, and he looked up to see she’d perched on the edge of his desk, that tight skirt of hers riding up to show the edge of lace stockings.
“I’m not trying to be a jerk, Bianca. But this really isn’t a good time.”
Fingers grazing over his where they’d paused on his keyboard.
He jerked back. “Bianca,” he warned.
“I just want—”
His phone rang, and thank fuck. He didn’t give a shit if it was a telemarketer or his grandma, but he was striking up a conversation and keeping in it like it was the most interesting thing he’d ever heard until Bianca finally got a fucking clue and left.
He snatched up the receiver.
“Jer.”
His sister.
“Just a second.” He covered the receiver, glanced up at her. “I need to take this.”
Bianca didn’t move for a long moment. In fact, she leaned closer, making it clear that the lace covering those gorgeous tits matched the top of her stockings.
He brought his eyes to hers, deliberately kept them there.
And when she didn’t move, he lifted his brows.
Finally, she shifted off his desk, sauntered to his door.
“Sorry about that,” he told his sister, pausing again to call, “Close that behind you, will you?”
A toss of shining brown hair, a flash of irritated eyes, but she closed—or more likeslammed—the door behind her.
“Christ,” he muttered.
“Jer?” his sister said again. “You good?”
“Fine,” he grumbled. “What’s up?”
“I need a favor, big bro.”
“Anything.”
It wasn’t any empty word. He would do anything, literallyanythingfor his baby sister. Not just because she was his baby sister, but because he’d promised his father that he would take care of her. His dad was gone. He was the oldest.
So, if his baby sister needed a favor…
She’d get it.
“Ben invited Rafe to a dinner, and I need you to come and round out our numbers.”
“Okay.”
“Just okay?”
He chuckled, leaned back in his chair. “When have I ever denied you anything, baby sis?”
“Never.” She laughed. “Otherwise, what good would it be to be the baby sis with six older brothers?”
“None,” he quipped. “Now, please tell me that you’re not going to get me into a suit for some meal that is made up of courses the size of quarters and stilted conversations with some boring old investors.”
