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“Uh, damn, sorry, don’t mind me. I’m going straight to my room.” I ducked my head so I wouldn’t see any more than I already had, which was a lot. “I didn’t realize you were…”Sucking my brother’s dick.
“It’s fine!” the brunette said cheerfully. “You can watch if you want.”
Holy shit. I choked on a laugh. I would rather be bitten by a great white shark than watch my brother getting a blowjob.
“No, he can’t.” Dylan sounded outraged by the very idea.
“I appreciate the offer, but I have plans,” I said, deciding to forge ahead to my bedroom, head still down, palm splayed out next to my face so I couldn’t see anything in my peripheral vision. I was lying. I had exactly zero plans other than getting the fuck out of there.
“Maybe another time,” she said, clearly not picking up on Dylan’s vibe.
“No other time, Peyton.”
“No?”
“No.”
“It could be fun. Who is he anyway?”
“My brother. Can we talk about this later?”
“Oh, right. I forgot what I was doing.”
I ducked into my room and closed the door, not wanting to hear another word. Or worse, moaning. I started a playlist on my phone, and turned up the volume to give everyone their privacy.
Opening my laptop I stared at the screen for a second, rubbing my temples. Then I opened the business plan for Four Brothers and tried to figure out where in the hell there might be room for another employee. We were a new distillery. We’d only had a soft launch of two bourbons and a rye in June of the previous year.
Starting a distillery was not something that just happened overnight. We were on year five of the operation, having just cracked open our first three year barrels for bottling. We were a bare bones staff, with a master distiller we had hired out of retirement from a major bourbon company, chemists, maintenance and equipment monitoring staff, purchasing and distribution departments, an operations supervisor, and that was about it. We didn’t even have an HR person. All told less than thirty employees with a plan in place to grow that to a hundred within the next three years as our barrels matured.
I had no idea how or where to place Faith. She had a marketing degree. The marketing department was me and Dylan. Our workload was heavy, but we were handling it.
Drumming my fingers on the desk in my room, I stared at the screen. We’d been planning to hire a senior marketing manager but we hadn’t really found anyone we’d clicked with so the position was still open. It was definitely far beyond Faith’s expertise level. She was straight out of college.
A thought started to form that made me sit up straighter.
If I gave her the marketing manager position, she would be beholden to me and agree to do whatever I wanted. Which was to never tell Cash ever that I’d had sex with her against the barn at his wedding. Plus, the job would be overwhelming and she would quit and that would be that. Problem solved.
My friendship with Cash would be intact.
Our dirty deeds would remain a secret.
Faith wouldn’t be in my space, day in, day out, and I could breathe again.
Return to my normal life.
Where I focused on the business we were growing and not the way Faith looked when she was shattering beneath me.
The front door slammed loudly.
There was a hard knock on my own door. “What?” I called out.
“Let’s go out,” Dylan said.
“Right now?” I stood up and opened the door. He was standing there looking pissed off. “Where’s Peyton?” I’d never met her before but that wasn’t surprising. Dylan had a revolving door of women in his life.
“She left, angry, because I wouldn’t let her fulfill her fantasy of fucking brothers at the same time. Then when she found out I have an identical twin, she was really mad she can’t do me and Ian at the same time.”
Dylan wasn’t a guy who had a hardline on most things, but apparently sharing a woman with his brothers was one of them. I fought a grin. “You’re mean. Denying a woman her fantasy.”
