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“We have the yearly convention coming up in Texas. Have we decided who’s going?” Nathan asks.
Usually, it’s one or two of us who go, but we always make sure one of us is there. It’s the biggest beer and brewing convention in the country. Our father was one of the keynote speakers a couple of years back.
“I’m not,” Roman says. “I know there’s a couple months left of Kiara’s pregnancy, but I don’t feel comfortable leaving her at this stage. She’s pretty big and gets tired easily. I’ve been doing most of the stuff around the house and taking Rhett to Aikido and soccer.”
“Sierra’s been sicker than shit,” Nathan says. “I know she can handle herself, but I don’t want to leave her either. Plus, I have that big meeting with Rhys Copper Company next week.”
“Yeah, I’ll be there for it,” Roman comments.
“I guess I’m it,” I say, not really wanting to go, but I obviously have no choice. I could tell them I can’t leave my cat, but I have a feeling I’ll get laughed at. They don’t even know I have one.
“That would be great, thanks, Linc. We have two slots reserved if you wanna bring someone,” Nate says, a twinkle in his eye.
I resist rolling my eyes at him like a teenager, and reply, “I’ll keep that under advisement.” I look at my brother and cousin. “Is that all? Because I have reports due.”
Nathan nods and I leave the office and I head back toward mine.
“Lunch is on the way up,” Tricia says from her desk.
“Thanks, Trish.”
I shut the door behind me and sit at my desk. Instead of checking messages, I lean back in my chair and stare out the window at the mountain range. The sun is bright and the sky is a perfect shade of blue. I think about the two tickets and wonder if I should contact the convention coordinators and let them know they can re-sell the extra one to someone else, as I sure don’t have anyone to bring. I think about all the office employees and realize I don’t really like any of them.
But then Quinn Walker’s face pops into my mind.
Would it be strange if I brought her with me? She knows the restaurant business and seems to have a handle on the brewery equipment, but what does she really know about the beer process from start to finish?
I admit that I’ve thought about offering her a promotion to work somewhere in the office here, and that offer would be purely selfish, just so I could see her every day. What would she look like in a dress and heels? A low-cut blouse and slacks with ankle boots? A fitted pencil skirt and stilettos? I reach down and adjust my cock.
What would Roman and Nate say if I promoted her, brought her in here to run accounting or purchasing? Maybe I should bring her to the convention, see what she knows first. I know I’ll have to book us separate rooms, even though I’d rather we share a room. A bed. A night of passion.
But does she even find me attractive? I wouldn’t know. We obviously don’t have those discussions at work, as I don’t need to get myself caught up in any trick bags of trouble legally. I’m technically her boss, and she, my employee—but I am the CEO. Who’s going to punish me for consorting with an employee? I did catch her looking at my crotch in her office, though. She knows I caught her, too. I grin to myself.
The computer dings, and I wake the computer with the mouse to see an email from the convention coordinators. I click on it and see they’re asking for final numbers and names for their name badges.
I take this as a sign from the universe, and reply with my and Quinn’s names.
I hope she wants to go because I’m not going to give her a choice. I am, however, going to have to find someone to run Silver Park for one or two days. I’m sure the night manager Gail would be happy to get some overtime.
***
Excited to deliver the good news myself, I have Lucas drop me off at Silver Park. It’s Monday, so the pub is pretty quiet, especially since lunchtime is over.
“Hello, sir. Just one?” a young server I’ve never seen before asks.
“No,” I reply. “I need to speak to Quinn. Is she here?”
“Yep,” she says. “Hey, boss!” she yells across the quiet restaurant.
The bartender comes out from behind the bar and smiles at me. “Mr. Silverstone. I’m so sorry about Tina. She’s new.” He has a forced smile on his face as he looks at the server. “Tina, this is Lincoln Silverstone, he’s one of the owners.”
Her blue eyes go wide and pink colors her cheeks. “Oh, crap. I’m sorry.”
“Mr. Silverstone,” Quinn says, coming out from the back rooms. “Nice to see ya.” She’s friendly but looks stressed and pale.
“It’s all right,” I say to Tina.
She looks relieved, and I stare at Quinn, who looks gorgeous in a tight-fitting V-neck Aerosmith tee and blue jeans. “Can we go into your office to talk?”
