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Angie blinks in shock, her mouth dropping open slightly as she stares at Beau, nonplussed.
“Uh, definitely not,” she chokes at last, letting the others relax a little. “No offence, but that’s not really a dream of mine.”
“Why would we take offence?” David drawls at her, quirking a brow, and she shrugs, looking around at us quickly.
“Well, it’s kind of your whole thing, isn’t it? I mean, you’ve all been preparing your whole lives for that eventuality. So, no offence, but… ugh.”
Angie’s nose screws up adorably, like she couldn’t think of anything worse than running one of Uncle Bill’s businesses.
“Running his life is hard enough,” she mutters, which has my lips twitching.
“So, you know all the secrets, huh?” David waggles his eyebrows at her. I guess now he knows who Angie really is, my brother has decided he can drop the hostile act. I glare at him, because when David turns the charm on, women swoon. He better stay away from Angie. I’ve already staked a claim there. Her agreement that I can come to her room tonight is branded into my brain, my cock eager at the memory.
“Yep,” Angie replies blithely, waggling her eyebrows back. “Better than you do.”
Feeling a little irritated at David with all this eyebrow waggling, I lightly stroke my pinky finger against Angie’s again, and am rewarded with the slightest shiver. I don’t think that any of the others notice it. But I sure as shit do.
Beau lounges back in his easy chair, linking his fingers behind his head as he turns his smooth, dark eyes on her. What the hell is with them all turning on the charm now they know she’s his PA? They all need to calm the fuck down and tone it down.
“All right. Tell us a secret.”
Angie blinks at him and worries at her lower lip. Shit. She might have been willing to announce her job title – though I already guessed that, so it wasn’t completely on her – but telling Uncle Bill’s secrets is a different matter entirely.
Leaning over under the guise of picking lint off her shoulder, I murmur into her ear, “Don’t say anything that will get you fired.”
Angie giggles, throwing me some serious side eye as she shoves off the sofa and strides over to the picture of a random boat over the mantelpiece.
There is a stack of books on the side table right next to the marble fireplace, which Angie slides to the side, uncovering a keypad. That’s fire. She keys in a code, and the boat picture slides upward, the entire upper half of the wall sliding with it, uncovering a giant TV.
We all gape after it. Fuck me. We were all grumbling at breakfast the other day that this place didn’t have a single TV. No wonder Angie was snickering into her coffee while she listened to us. Instead of returning to our couch, she saunters over to Ryan, kneeling in front of him and smirking up into his face as she places a hand on each of his knees and spreads them wide. What the fuck? What is shedoing?
I’m out of my seat in a second, about to stride across the room, my hands clenched into fists as Ryan stares down at her in shock, when she reaches into a hidden cupboard under his chair and pulls out X-Box remotes. Okay. She could have done that a little less dramatically. I was about to get into my very first fight with Ryan.
Tossing one in Ryan’s lap, Angie stands, moving away from him, and throwing the other three at Max, Beau and David, who all catch them with bemused looks on their faces. Angie moves to lift the X-Box console out of a hidden panel on the mantelpiece and places it beneath the TV.
“Have at it,” she laughs, walking back across the room toward me. With a small smile up at me, Angie runs her fingers lightly over my arm, dropping back onto the two-seater couch I abandoned when she kneeled in front of Ryan. I sit down beside her, my hand closing around her upper arm as I jerk her up against my side.
The others are distracted by arguing over which game they’re going to play, so I lean in, sucking Angie’s earlobe between my teeth and biting down on it.
“Not fucking funny,” I growl. Her breathing hitches, my cock twitching in unison. Moving her head away from my mouth, Angie turns to me and smirks.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
My jaw grinds as I glare at her. Like fuck she doesn’t.
“Yes, you do,” I mutter, letting go of her arm, but making sure the backs of my fingers brush against the side of her breast when I do so.
Angie’s breathing hitches and I bite back a smug smile. Yeah, she definitely knows what I’m talking about. It feels like an age until it’s time for everyone to retire to bed.
Angela
I’m so freaking glad when Bill decides that it’s time to end the night. I shouldnothave teased them all with that stunt with Ryan’s legs. It was funny at the time, but Tim has beenpunishingme for it all evening. First there were all the sneaky little touches in the TV room, when he sat next to me, or handed me the X-Box controller for my turn.
Then there were the heated gazes while we were congregating in the drawing room for drinks before dinner. Dinner itself was pure torture. Tim placed his hand on my thigh and traced slow circles with his fingertips on my inner thigh the entire time. Seriously, my panties aredrenched.
I don’t wait for the rest of them to say their goodnights. I am out the door as soon as possible and take the stairs two at a time. The second I’m in my room, I shuck off my clothes and my useless, soaking panties, donning one of the lingerie style nighties that Luka included. Initially, I was a little unsure, but now, I know that he really is an angel sent from heaven. How else could he have known that I wouldneedone?
I have just finished brushing my hair when there’s a light tapping at my door. Standing, I cross to it, opening it a hair’s breadth and peeking out. Tim’s eyes burn back hungrily into mine and I open the door enough for him to slip in. I swallow roughly as the door clicks shut, turning back to where he’s standing in the middle of my bedroom. He’s wearing sweats and a Wharton T-shirt, looking so freaking gorgeous my knees are actually weak. How is it possible for one man to besogood-looking?
