-Caleb- “I knew you’d be back,” Hank said triumphantly when we showed up at the door. “I’m sure you did,” I replied icily. “Mr. Masterson. He’s good people. Knows when to send kids home.” Hank was all puffed up and strutting around as though he had won a victory. It was infuriating. We should h
Jacey closed her eyes and let her body enjoy mine. I knew I was enjoying hers. Finally, she orgasmed with a gasp, and I came, filling her up again. We laid together in a tangle of arms and legs for what felt like hours, blissfully drifting in and out of sleep. “Are you worried?” Jacey asked. “Ab
I nodded my understanding. “Thank you so much for taking the time, Jessica.” “You’re welcome.” Jessica’s tone didn’t make it sound as though I was welcome, however. She pressed her badge to an elevator key reader, then pressed it again when we got inside. “You’re on the hundred-and-fiftieth floor.
-Jacey- “I don’t like it.” I glanced up at Caleb’s thunderous expression as I finished adjusting his tie. “I know, love. I know. But it’s not like we have a choice. Dad’s ecstatic.” “Of course he is.” Caleb blew out a long breath, then thumbed the collar of my red blazer. “I don’t want you pulled
“Great! Now, first of all, are you really Jocelyn? That’s not what Caleb calls you,” Lacy said with a wink. “Miss Congeni-er-Jessica thought Jacey was unprofessional,” I responded with a wince. “Lacy and Jacey. I like it,” Lacy decided. “Come on over. I’ll get you set up on your workstation, and t
Mr. Masterson laughed and shook his head. “I like the initiative, Caleb, but I’m sure Jacey can handle this.” Caleb’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I’ll be at my desk.” He gave me one last look, then started toward the desk outside the two big wooden double-doors to our left. “You just come afte
-Caleb- I stepped into Mr. Masterson’s office and folded my arms, my heart pounding with anger and fear. “What did you do to Jacey?” Mr. Masterson snorted. “Nothing. Not for lack of trying. Your sister is a poor negotiator.” “Stepsister.” I corrected him automatically. “And what was it you were t
“I am. I know it.” We got into the elevator. The doors were closing when a beefy hand reached out and stopped them. I tensed and put Jacey behind me. Toby and Butch were standing there, stone-faced. “What do you want?” I asked angrily. “Boss says we’re to give the girl a beat-down,” Butch said.