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The bathroom is blessedly free, so I slip inside, kicking off my slippers and wiggling my toes against the mosaic tiling as I turn the old-fashioned wrought iron key. While Bill likes to keep his houses in the manner they are intended – hence the fireplaces for warmth in the bedrooms – there are some luxuries he won’t forgo, and that includes heated flooring in the bathrooms.
I’m later than usual, hence the easily available bathroom, so I shower quickly, dressing warmly in my selected clothes and carefully styling my hair in a ponytail and adding basic makeup. I’m not a big makeup person, but I am technically at work.
Leaving my bath bag and towel in my room, I head downstairs to where Bill and all five of his nephews are seated at the dining table, drinking coffee and eating eggs and toast. I am running later than usual. I step into the room, feeling Tim’s blazing gaze on me as heat flares between my thighs. Unfortunately, Bill speaks to me before I can greet Tim.
“Big day today, Angie,” he reminds me. Oh, yeah. That drags my mind off Tim and his glorious tongue and cock. I nod, ignoring the five curious gazes on me. Well, four curious gazes and one burning hot one that has my panties melting.
“I can work through everything with Ryan after breakfast,” I assure Bill. He nods, turning his attention back to his conversation with David, so I make my way to the sideboard, poking through the warming platters to collect my eggs.
Taking my plate to the table, I drop into my assigned seat between Tim and Beaumont. Tim’s hand immediately slides up my thigh, gripping firmly. I swallow a smug grin. He’s a little jealous. Just like he was yesterday afternoon when I kneeled between Ryan’s legs. Please. He hasnothingto be jealous about. I can still feel him between my thighs, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to dream about that mouth of his on my clit foryearsto come.
As I slide my hand over his, Tim releases my thigh and flips his hand over, so the back of it is resting against the top of my thigh, and his fingers curl around mine. My stomach clenches. Holy sweet hell. Timothy Brooks Westerhaven isholding my hand,and I’m melting inside like a schoolgirl with a crush.
“I want Ryan up to speed by lunch,” Bill tells me, draining his coffee and rising from the table. “He can take over from there.”
I nod, nibbling at my toast as Ryan glares at me down the table. I ignore him, picking at my eggs, but the second Bill has left the room, Ryan rounds on me.
“Up to speed onwhat?” he spits. Wow, that’s… hostile.
I blink at him, unused to the venom in his tone. After all, this is a professional matter. Adopting the blank, neutral face I use when dealing with some of Bill’s more unpleasant associates, I turn my attention to him.
“Bill has decided, somewhat last minute, that he will join you at the symposium on prescription painkiller abuse in Houston in February. I’ve almost got everything sorted, and he wants you to take over.”
I keep my tone professional and detached. Under the table, Tim’s hand tightens on mine momentarily, like it was a reflex movement or something. Glancing sideways at him, his honey-colored eyes are caramel again, like they were last night, and my insides clench at the thought that he’s turned on by something I said or did.
“I don’t see why Uncle Bill didn’t approachmewhen he had the idea of attending,” Ryan grumbles, still glaring at me. “I’m sure I would have more of an idea of everything that needs to be done thanyoudo.”
I catch the sneer in his tone, and bristle, sitting up straighter in my seat while Tim shoots his cousin a venom-filled glare.
“I’m sure there are plenty of things that Bill asks me to do that no doubt you feel yourself more qualified to take care of,” I tell Ryan coolly, “but if Bill thinks the job is appropriate for me, he will give it to me.”
I should leave it at that, but Tim’s hand, still tightly grasping mine under the table, is giving me a never-before-seen confidence, so I offer Ryan a beaming smile.
“Suck it up, princess.”
Tim catches his smirk, though his lips twitch. The other three don’t hide their amusement, which puts Ryan in even more of a bad mood.
“I have adegreein pharmaceuticals,” he spits at me. Oh, please. I roll my eyes dramatically at him.
“In that case, the next time Bill sends me out to collect Plan B for a lady friend, I’ll be sure to call you, since you’re so much morequalified.”
The sounds of four men gagging and choking on their coffees fill the room, while Ryan looks faintly queasy.
“No thanks,” he mutters. Yeah, I thought that might be the case. I smirk at him.
“I guess that fancy pharmaceutical degree isn’t good foreverythingdrug related, huh?” I can’t resist getting a dig in, and he’s flushing now while Tim’s hand slides out of mine.
When I turn to him, he’s glaring at his eggs like they’ve just given him food poisoning.
“Is there something wrong with your eggs?” I frown at them as well, and Tim’s eyes flicker to my face.
“Suddenly, I’m not so hungry,” he mutters. Why not? Oh. I think he’s a little grossed out by the idea of his uncle needing Plan B after a one-night stand and I can’t help it, I giggle.
“I’m gladsomeoneis amused by the disgusting turn this conversation has taken,” he drawls. I press my fingers to my lips to stifle the sounds of my mirth.
“Sorry,” I whisper. He manages a weak grin back at me.
“I’m sure I’ll think of a way for you to make it up to me,” he replies under his breath, and my inner muscles clench.
