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“He wanted to meet with Jordan.” Greer didn’t need to tack on the senior part. We didn’t refer to JJ as Jordan, even though it was his name.
My hands fisted on the table. It was a good thing he moved that bowl. I was dangerously close to breaking it. “For what purpose?”
“PJS is in trouble financially,” he said calmly. “He wanted help from his uncle.”
“Jesus Christ!” I exploded out of my seat, knocking the chair backward. “And you let him go? You fucking took him? How could you do that? Jordan could have hurt Perry. Fuck, he could have killed you!” It was no secret how Jordan wasn’t a fan of Greer and me. Hadn’t been since Perry Sr. brought us on to work for him and paid for everything. Jordan liked easy access to his family. With Greer and me around, he couldn’t just walk up to Perry. Except now, apparently.
“Easy, Pey. I was there the whole time.”
“Neither of you should have been. And don’t act like it was just about his safety and not yours too. You fucking know better!” Malik always seemed a breath away from killing us when we were within striking distance. He took hatred to a new level. And he was always with Jordan.
He nodded. “I do but Perry wanted to go and, ultimately, we work for him. So, either I took him and watched his back or let him go alone and fuck knows what would have happened.” Worked for him… We did, but we were also his closest friends.
I was about to ask Greer to give me every detail when Perry came into the kitchen, light blond hair sticking up all over, sweatpants slung low on his hips, and shirtless. Sleep still clung to his eyes. He was oblivious to our conversation.
My switch flipped from angry to full of lust. My mouth went dry. My words fled. And I drank in every delicious inch of him.
Perry wasn’t cut with muscles like me or defined with subtle ones like Dominic. Perry was slender, not ripped. He was soft lines without having a belly. His stomach was flat with a dusting of matching light blond hair in a sinful trail down to his hips, where it disappeared below his waist.
Something smacked me in the back of the head. Fucking Greer.
I didn’t need to see the tennis ball roll across the floor to know it was what hit me.
Perry bent down and picked it up, placing it on the counter next to his cereal bowl like it was no big deal. Just another day in the fortress.
“Perry,” I snapped, remembering what I’d been pissed about. I kept my eyes on his face and not the way I wanted to rove my hands over his body.
He finished pouring milk over his cereal and turned slowly, probably preparing himself for me to lose my shit on him. He was smart as hell. He’d know Greer told me. Perry put a spoonful of sugary cereal to his lips. How he didn’t have diabetes from his shit diet was beyond me.
I stalked over to him, backed him up until his ass hit the counter and milk sloshed over the edge of the bowl, hitting his chest and dripping down his stomach. I followed the trail like a man who hadn’t eaten in a month and wanted just a taste. A tiny lick.
Perry’s wide eyes blinked up at me. He placed the bowl on the counter then swiped down his front with his bare hand to collect the milk. He wiped it on his thigh.
“You ever do something that fucking stupid again; Malik will be the least of your worries,” I tried to seethe but it came out more pissed than full of rage. Damn Perry without his shirt on.
He swallowed. Hard. “I had my reasons.”
“Uh huh. I want to hear those, but you’re going to wait for Dom unless you want to recite this bullshit twice.”
“Dom?”
“Yeah, your executive assistant. The man who controls your daily life. If you’re fucking with things, he needs to be aware, so he isn’t caught off guard.”
Perry’s gaze dropped to my lips. He licked his. I wondered if it was a conscious thought or not, because this close to him, feeling the warmth radiating from him, I wanted to devour him whole.
“Perry,” I growled low. If one of us didn’t move away, I was going to do something I only thought about in my dreams, and it was going to ruin us.
A throat cleared from behind us. Greer. Thank fuck someone in this room had an ounce of sense.
I wanted Perry. Loved him. But when I was this angry, it wasn’t the right time to go down that road, if there ever was one.
Perry slipped past me, picking up his bowl on the way. He went to the table to take a seat beside Greer. The one I was in before.
“Tomorrow,” Greer said. “You three meet tomorrow in Perry’s office. I sent a quick text to Dom to free the time first thing. Pey, you’re too pissed and won’t think straight. Perry’s not even awake yet and you cornered him.”
“You’re damn right I’m pissed!” I leaned my knuckles onto the table to loom over Perry. “I swear to fuck, Perry. I will chain you to my fucking side, so you never do something so stupid again.”
“Everything worked out,” was his reply, mouth chewing away on his cereal.
