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“Shit. Did he say where he was going?”
“No.”
Shit. I slam the phone into the receiver and spin around to punch the wall behind the desk. I manage to stop myself just in time, but only because repairing the wall is something I don’t have time for right now. I’ve got seven meetings today. Seven. I don’t have the time or energy to train Alex while I’m there. I was counting on Damien to get her up to speed.
Apparently, that’s not going to happen.
I pace in the sitting area for just a moment. Then I do what I don’t want to do, and I call Phoenix. He answers on the first ring.
“I have an issue.”
“You need me to kill someone?”
“No.” Not that this would ever be a serious consideration. My brothers and I might be dicks. In fact, we are complete dicks, but we’ve never killed anyone. Not that I know of, anyway.
“What is it? I’m busy.” I hear moaning in the background. I can’t tell if it’s from a computer, a television, or a real person.
“Damien is gone. He left unexpectedly.”
“Explain how this is my problem.”
“I’m going to need to tap out of my afternoon meetings.”
“Why?”
“To train her.”
“No. Suck a dick.” Phoenix ends the call, and I stare at the phone. Did my brother really just refuse to help me with this? I know he can be gruff and uncaring, but this feels like a lot even for him. I call him back, but he doesn’t answer. Neither does Oscar. A second later, the elevator doors slide open, and she walks out.
Alex Fucking Sparrow.
She shouldn’t look as delicious as she does.
She shouldn’t look so damn delectable that I want to lick her from her toes to her teeth, but I do.
“Ryan,” she says.
“Mr. Shadowvale,” I correct her instantly. She needs to understand that we are not the same.
“Right. Mr. Shadowvale.”
Alex is wearing one of the dresses I bought her. It’s a dark green maxi dress that shows off just a hint of cleavage. It’s not something I would generally expect someone to wear in an office, but she’s paired it with the matching earrings I bought her, as well as yellow sandals. Even though it’s September, it’s still warm enough outside that the weather is fine to wear sandals.
She looks delicious.
To die for.
And once again, I’m caught with this idea that I need her more than just about anything right now.
“Damien had to leave,” she says. She’s gazing into my eyes, but she doesn’t look like her heart has skipped a beat or anything like that. Is she...worried? About me?
“I know.”
“He’s very sorry. An emergency came up.”
“I’m sure he’ll make it up to me later.”
“He told me he made some training videos that I can watch,” she offers, but all I want for her is to watch my dick as her mouth nears it. I want her on her knees. Now. I want her unbuttoning my pants, sliding her hands down her own, and then her mouth on my dick.
