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With a big sigh, Sloane taps a few more keys on her keyboard hard. She clicks to send what now is obviously an email and then swings her chair around to face me. Folding her hands on her desk, the smile she tries to put across her face falters as she sees how low I am to the ground. The sides of her lips twitch. I can tell she is trying to hold it back, but then she erupts into giggles.
I shift in my seat again feeling awkward. “What?”
“Do you want a booster seat?” She leans back in her chair, letting the laughter take over.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Ha. Ha. I’m glad my small size amuses you, Sloane. Seriously, I thought you were done with that mean girl shit.”
She waves a hand and then puts her other hand on her belly. “You’re right! You’re right, that wasn’t nice.” She snorts a little, getting the last of her laughing fit over. “Okay. I’m sorry. But truly, Mandy, your size is why you are here.”
“What?”
“I have a temporary assignment for you. It’s only a part-time thing really. When you’re not down in the basement, then you will be back up here doing your usual work.”
I sit forward and as tall as I can. “In the basement?!” I can feel that my eyebrows are raised as far up on my forehead as they can go.
Sloane rubs her nose gently, able to avoid smearing her lipstick. “Yes, the basement. Mr. Keeley, McKenzie Tech’s newest partner, has requested your help.”
Keeley? Where have I heard that last name before? Isn’t it…
I search Sloane’s desk for her set of business cards. She has some in a holder shaped like a golden fan, so clients can take them. There in little black ink is her name: Sloane Keeley, CFA.
“Mr. Keeley?” I ask. “Keeley?”
My manager slumps in her chair and lets out a sigh. At that moment, she is less of the stern woman I am used to and more like the friend who has hung out with my little group of girlfriends on occasion. She casually rubs her neck and shoulders. “Mr. Keeley is my big brother. Christian. He was just in here. The jerk who thinks he can wear jeans and a t-shirt to the office?”
Oh shit! I just messed around with Sloane’s big brother. Fuck.
I nod my head, not knowing what else to say.
“So Christian wants to borrow you to help him lay cables in the basement. He’s the new inventor for us. He actually is a genius, and I know that having him here is going to bring in big bucks, but he can be, well…a little demanding. He saw your small size and thinks you can get through the cable ducts better than one of his own guys. It will just be a few days. Please, Mandy?”
Please? I don’t think I have ever heard Sloane say please. This must be very uncomfortable for her. Her eyes widen a bit, as I stay quiet.
“I just don’t want him to go complain to Kane, and trust me, Christian likes to get his way. Really, just a few days. I’ll even wave the dress code for you, so you don’t have to get your nice clothes dirty.” She reaches up and rubs her forehead. Her eyes look tired, strained.
I don’t know what to say, and after a few moments, I realize that my mouth is hanging open. I shut my lips. Then open them immediately. “He’s your brother?! Are you sure?”
Sloane’s eyes widen as she stares at me. Her mouth is pulled into a line. Slowly, she nods her head in an exaggerated fashion. “That is the impression that our parents seem to be under.”
I know I am being dumb, but my brain just cannot wrap itself around that fact. Sloane is so prim, Christian was so…well, messy. His well-fitting t-shirt was wrinkled. His beard needed to be shaved. His tight jeans needed to be pulled down to his ankles and his cock sucked on…wait… why was I thinking about this?
“Mandy?” Sloane is staring at me. I know I’m blushing.
Sinking back into the chair, I stare up at the ceiling. I cannot be alone with Christian Keeley again. That is without question. He is too hot to resist and way too good with his tongue. There has to be a way to get out of this.
“To be honest, I don’t really feel comfortable with this assignment,” I start.
Sloane blows out her breath. Her eyes close tight while she rubs her forehead again. The stress she is feeling is written all over her face. I hate that I am adding to it, but I don’t trust myself around Mr. Keeley and knowing that he is her brother makes it even worse. I doubt Sloane would ever forgive me.
