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“You don’t know what it’s like to live in my brother’s shadow,” Miles said. “I’m ready to have my own thing.”
“Pfft.Idon’t know what it’s like? My brother is Elliot Levy, billionaire property genius. Actually, I’m not even certain I know what he does.” Elise tapped her chin like she was thinking.
“But you’ve always done things your way, Lisie. Plus, you don’t work for him.” Miles turned his attention squarely on me. “I do have skills I can bring to the table. If that’s not enough, I have a shitload of money I’ll never be able to spend in this lifetime I also bring with me. What do you say?”
I wasn’t sure how seriously to take him. “Are you pulling my leg?”
“Not at all.” He smoothed his hand down his thigh. “Let’s set a time to sit down and talk at a place that doesn’t involve alcohol. But I’m letting you know now if you’re serious, so am I. This feels right.”
As I sat with the idea and drank yet another vodka cran, running it over in my mind again and again, it strangely felt right to me too.
Holy shit.
Back at home, I lay in bed, still buzzed from my drinks. I was restless. My things were packed for tomorrow. I’d showered and put on pajamas. The condo was still and quiet. This was the perfect spell for my passing out the moment my head hit the pillow, but my thoughts wouldn’t stop racing.
Worries about how my family would take the news weighed on me like bricks.
A fluttering of excitement about possibly starting something with Miles yanked me back up.
The constant gnawing of wondering when Luca would come home ate at me.
We were headed on a four-hour motorcycle ride tomorrow and since I’d rather not end up as roadkill, I needed to be rested.
But I kept circling back to Miles’s offer to be my partner. I was trying really hard to temper my excitement—who knew if it would really happen? But I couldn’t get over the feeling of being in the right place at the right time. So, of course, my mind blasted off with ideas and lists of all the things that would have to get done for us to truly launch a business together.
It was all I could do not to vault out of bed, crack open my laptop, and start typing up a plan.
Fuck.I really needed to get some sleep.
There was one thing that never failed to quiet my mind. Rolling to my side, I opened the drawer of my bedside table and pulled out my favorite vibrator.
An orgasm or two was exactly what I needed.
Chapter Eighteen
Luca
Luca
I arrived home earlier than usual, hoping for a conversation with Saoirse before our trip tomorrow. But the lights downstairs were off, and the den was dark. She must’ve gone to bed early.
As I climbed the stairs to the second level, I heard noises coming from her bedroom.
Distinct noises I recognized from the one time she’d made them for me.
Registering her moans of pleasure, my brain dropped out and instinct took the wheel. Charging up the rest of the stairs, I pushed open my wife’s cracked door, violence thrumming through my veins.
The scene in front of me was not what I’d expected to see.
Saoirse was alone, her honey hair spread over her crisp, white pillowcase, legs splayed wide. Her hands were frozen, one on her breast, the other holding something pink inside her slick, swollen pussy.
Oh shit.
She lifted her head, her eyes latched on to mine. “I’m busy, Luca. If you’re not going to help out, close the door when you leave.” Her head fell back, and her eyes closed. Those frozen hands of hers thawed, slowly working over her flesh.
I should have gone. Left her bedroom, the condo, the fucking city.
Instead, the same instincts from before pushed me forward to the armchair in the corner of her bedroom. I straightened my tie and took a seat.
