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“Yeah, but how is it going to look when they learn that we’ve known her for years?”
“Calm down. You’re not a fucking pedo, Sawyer. You didn’t groom her. Hell, we went to college before she even turned fourteen. Now she’s an adult, and you haven’t touched her. Hell, you haven’t touched any woman. Give it a break. She’s twenty-two now, and you’re twenty-six. Maybe if you finally give in, you won’t be such an asshole.”
“But others won’t see it that way.”
“Who gives a fuck? We’re billionaires, and we won’t go bankrupt over it. I promise you that there are pricks twice our age out there dating girls her age or younger, and they’re making deals left and right. Calm down. This isn’t the start of our career anymore. We’re established. So tomorrow, you take care of business and settle this nonsense between you and Jillian. Trust me, the years apart haven’t changed a damn thing for her.” So he’d been lying to me earlier. Asshole was just trying to piss me off. Although I know she still has feelings for me, I’m not sure they’re more than lustful ones.
I hope he’s right, but I might have pushed her a little too hard this morning. “I don’t deserve her.”
“Fuck. She’s a great girl, Sawyer, but you’re a fantastic man, even if you’ve been stalking her since she turned eighteen.”
“You know?”
“Come on. I knew we set up a security team for her because you cared, but I know you kept track too. We’re twins—we share a condo, a business, and see each other almost all damn day. You might have been able to hide it from others, but not from me. I’m happy for you, bro. Still, if you don’t move soon, I might give it a crack. She tried to kiss me a long time ago.”
“You touch her, and I’ll kill you.” He chuckles before hanging up. If he was in front of me, I’d punch him in the gut.
“Are you okay, sir?” I was passing a police officer as I said that.
Shit. “Yes. Sorry, Officer. My brother thinks he’s funny.” Nothing like threatening someone’s life in front of a cop.
He chuckles. “Siblings. I understand. I have four of them.”
“Yeah. I only have one, and he’s a twin. He’s enjoying busting my balls today.”
“It never ends, no matter how old you get.”
“Well, one day when he gets a woman, I’ll give it back to him. Have a good one.”
“You, too.” All the way back, I consider my brother’s words. Tomorrow isn’t soon enough. If Nox is right, and I’m sure he is, then there’s no sense in waiting a moment more. Jillian has always been mine. Maybe not the way I want her to be now, but she’s meant to be my wife, the mother of my children, and it’s about time I told her.
Unable to wait another minute, I return to the office. She and I must get some things straight before I lose my fucking mind, although I’m sure it’s probably already too late. I fucked up and waited too long, and then made an ass of myself more times than I care to admit today.
I jab the damn elevator button multiple times as if it will make the fucker come faster, but it’s useless, so I bounce on the balls of my feet, growing more impatient by the second. The doors open, and I slide in. I press the close button repeatedly, only to hear someone shout, “Hold the elevator.” I could swear that it’s Cynthia, but that’s good because I don’t want her interrupting me while I speak to Jillian alone.
Then it strikes me—they went to lunch together since she’s still training Jillian. Fuck. The damn doors open, and the office is empty. Shit. I wait for them to come up on the next elevator.
As soon as the doors open, there she is looking pissed and twice as gorgeous. With my body heated, I command, “In my office now, Ms. Krieger.”
“Yes, Mr. Masterson,” she answers, teeth clenched, mood unreadable. She dips her head and walks my way.
“Watch where you’re walking, Jilly Bean.”
She lifts her gaze with a light hint of a smile. That’s my girl. “Enough. Get inside.” Jillian drops her smile and walks into my office.
I lock the door the second she’s past the wooden barrier that separates everyone from us. “Why did you come to work for us?” I grit out.
“Because your brother offered me a job.”
“Why did you take it?”
She scoffs, twirls on her heel, and looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Hello—what kind of fool turns down an executive-level position straight out of college, even if…”
My Jilly Bean stops herself from saying what she truly means, and I want to hear it. “Even if what?”
“Nothing.”
“You were going to say something.”
