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“What are you doing here, Doll?”
The clip-clop of Holly’s heels caught my attention coming down the hall of the dealership.
Since we got back from our honeymoon, I’ve been knee-deep negotiating preliminary contracts for Cass-Powell Motorcars. The deal Addie and I are attempting to strike brings her high-lines to North Carolina. Our first location is a ways off, but I own property next to Cass-Stanton’s Mercedes location, and I’m hoping to build there.
Up in a borough of New York, Addie’s got her own lawyers managing the process. Surprisingly enough she’s more interested in getting into a few upper midlines than having access to Maserati—a line of cars she doesn’t sell but I do.
It was Rex’s loss that he couldn’t close the deal and never went into business with my biological father and brought Bentley to Brighton. My sister and I have a great symbiosis and are using the other’s reputation to our mutual advantage.
Addie’s been a frequent flyer down here since the wedding. We spent Memorial Day weekend at the beach house with her husband. They’d like us to join them in the Hamptons later this summer.
My wife is all for it—as long as my sister and I talk shop during Holly’s nap time. She says watching the two of us giddy and acting like Bhodi had when he was three with a new Hot Wheels car is both thrilling and exhausting. Back in May, I took my wife for a drive along Route 12 in the MG, and then up to our room at the beach to show her the meaning of thrilling and exhausting.
I push out my chair as Holly rounds my desk. She sits on the papers I have scattered on top. The pink skirt she’s got on creeps up her sun-kissed legs. She’s got a Jackie O look to her today. Pillbox hat. Big buttons on her suit jacket.
Why she’s wearing a suit a week into July I’m not sure, but Hol’s style is her own and she fits right in because she’s not afraid to be herself. We’ve been to a few charity banquets and everyone wants to meet her. The spread in the bridal magazine made her a bit of a celebrity. It also saw an influx in donations to, and mentorship applications for, big brother programs across the state.
My eyes travel to the panoramic image on my office wall of Bhodi and his buddies camping for the camera. All pose atop the row of blue and pink Caddies at our wedding. Then I refocus on my gorgeous new bride.
“No complaints, but aren’t you supposed to be at the nursery?” I ask, rubbing my hands along her thighs.
“Your mom is interviewing an agricultural student from Pinewood State today. She’s got it under control.”
I tip my chin, agreeing.
Holly’s passion is the flowers. At least once a week, Mr. Johnston crosses the street to bring her something new to revive.
Davina? My mom could’ve run circles around Rex Stanton if she’d taken the chance. She’s using her connections to hire students in the university system. The next step in mom’s total-horticultural world domination is getting the lease back on the stall back at the Farmer’s Market and finding a staff to manage it. After that, she’s planning to source their flowers to the local florists and start a small roadside shop of their own.
“You two are going to be going gangbusters by the time Dusty and Cece’s wedding comes around.”
They actually don’t have that long to prepare. Dusty popped the question and since Cece only wants her mill family in attendance they are getting married soon.
“And I’ll be back in action once Aidy and Morgan tie the knot.” Holly toys with my open collar. Then she adds coyly, “I’m here because I’m in the market for a new vehicle. One with a back seat.”
My brow quirks. “I have a lot of cars with back seats. What other specs are you looking for?” I stand up, pushing my legs between hers. My cock growing harder, I whisper, “Talk cars to me, Doll.”
My office door is open and I blithely wonder how long it’ll take my admin to clear my calendar so I can get Holly in for a lube job.
I bite my wife’s earlobe, pushing her skirt higher and she groans.
“Third row. Safety features. An entertainment system for Bhodi if he pulls As this semester. Definitely need LATCH.”
My hand stills as it reaches her damp panties. “Lower anchors and tethers are for a car seat. Are you—” It hits me.
“One of the seedsyou’vebeen sewing took root,” Holly licks her lower lip. “I’m pregnant.”
I back away from my wife, have my office door slammed and locked, and am closing the blinds before Holly can react.
“Uhm, Cary?” she says in a panicked voice. “We talked about having a baby.”
My belt is off and my zipper is down by the time I’m pulling Holly’s ass to the edge of the desktop and setting back between her legs.
“Yeah, but one can never be toosure,” I say, taking her lips in a scorching kiss.
