Disgrace (24 page)

“You want us both to fuck you, Sam?”

“Yes.” She nods, sucking in her bottom lip.

“You want my brother in your arse while I fuck you, Sam?” My cock swells in my fist when she screams my name.

“Oh, God…ah…Jason…ah!”

The screen blurs then goes black. All I can hear is muffled sounds indistinguishable from my own ragged breaths. I didn’t come, but fuck, I want to. That was the fucking sexiest thing. I may have to put some serious thought into that fantasy of hers. A few moments pass, and I am able to somewhat uncomfortably zip and button my trousers closed.

“Jason?” Her breathless voice and gorgeous face fills my screen. She bites her lip to suppress her grin, her pink cheeks glow and she looks a little shy.

“I’m here, beautiful.” Just me and my massive hard-on. “Feel better?”

“I do…much, thank you.” She sucks on the tip of her finger and it takes a second to register that
that
finger has just been knuckle deep inside her. I twist as fresh blood surges back to my painful erection. I try to ignore the very erotic visual or I will never get to my meeting.

“You are most welcome. I consider it my most important job, to make you happy.”

“You do make me happy,” she whispers, her smile is bright but her eyes flash with something, not sure what though since it was too brief. Not sadness, but something.

“Ditto.” I search her expression, but whatever it was is gone and is replaced by genuine shock.

“Do I?”

“Really, you doubt it?” I shake my head, but her silence unnerves me. “Sam, you make me incredibly happy.” My tone is soft and serious.

“You didn’t come.” I must look both surprised and confused, but either way, I’m stuck for how to respond. She clarifies. “You have a look…after… and you… you don’t have that look.” She has pulled the covers to tuck around her, and I hate that I am not there to ease her insecurities.

“Not because I’m not happy. That’s crazy.” I tease lightly. “I didn’t finish because I’m at work and I don’t mix business with pleasure. Until just now, I haven’t so much as Googled the word porn while I’m at work.” I joke.

“So I’m a bad influence?” Her own laugh brightens her spirits.

“That you are, but you’re
my
bad influence.” I add softly, “If I’m honest I’d much rather wait. When I come, I want to be inside you. It’s all I can think about. You are all I can think about.” Surely she knows this? Her underlying insecurities shock me more than any fantasy she could conjure up. She is the bravest, most honest and sexiest woman I know, how could she ever doubt that? Her lips curl into a shy smile at my words, and I get a warm hit to my chest at her evident joy. “You know there is nothing remotely satisfying about jerking off in an empty office,” I point out in all seriousness. She giggles.

“In that case I’ll make sure I’m hungry.” She exaggerates a long, slow, wet lick of her soft pull lips.

“Now that will make me
very
happy.” I half sigh, half groan at the ever-present ache deep in my groin.

The meeting with Daniel was brief. Peitra graduated last year from LSE with a first class honours degree in Economics. She didn’t take to banking, which was her first career choice and was looking to do something in business. I love how that covers a multitude of sins and half-arsed choices. I personally don’t believe she would’ve made it past the interview process with a vague answer like that. But, as Daniel said, she is tenacious and has circumvented the interview process by going straight to the top. However, the top is now about to take paternity leave and I am left with more than just an intern. I’m left with a siren.

Peitra follows me back to my office and sits quietly in the chair opposite my desk while I sit back into my own chair and take a call. She has the same strong gene that runs in Sofia and Marco’s family, dark brown hair, chocolate coloured eyes, and a strong, distinctive curve to the brow line. She is attractive, but unlike her cousin, who is all friendly smiles and comfortable company, Peitra is a femme fatale. I know women, and even if she hadn’t been crossing her legs slowly for the last fifteen minutes or leaning down to fix nothing on her killer heels, she screams trouble. It is more than appearance though, and before Sam, I probably would not have even seen a distinction, but with Sam, the mask, the armour are all appearance. I’m not saying she isn’t seductive, because I doubt there’s a man on the planet who would deny her but there is nothing underhanded or deceitful. However, looking at Peitra I am not convinced I could say the same. I am more likely to believe she doesn’t have a sincere bone in her body.

“Jason…” She smiles and flips her long hair over her shoulder. She dips her chin and looks up through her false lashes. “I know you weren’t expecting to have me shadow you, but I promise I won’t disappoint you. I am very accommodating.” And there it is, capital T for trouble. Her expression fixes in a too-sweet grin. I respond with an impassive look. She isn’t the first woman to try this. It’s comical to think she is that naïve. I don’t believe that for a moment. She visibly stiffens as the silence rests awkwardly. “Daniel has been very sweet, just last week at Sofia’s he was—”

“Let me stop you there Peitra—” I interrupt.

“Call me Pip, everyone calls me Pip.” She gives a girlish laugh, but falters when I repeat with considerably more hostility.

“As I said,
Peitra
, let me stop you there before I have to endure your entire repertoire to establish some sort of connection. I don’t agree with how you gained this position, but you are here. Your academic qualifications aren’t enough to keep you here, neither is your tentative link to Daniel. As for me personally, I have a girlfriend, Sam—”

“Sofia’s friend, Sam?” Her shock is apparent, and her brows knit with confusion. I know that look. She is really starting to piss me off. She flinches at my sudden scowl. “Sorry.” She swallows thickly. I repeat to prevent any misunderstanding.

“Yes, Sofia’s friend, Sam, is my girlfriend. And if you flick your hair one more time in my direction, you will have a sexual harassment complaint in your file quicker than you can bat your lashes.”

“I’m sorry, Jason—” she stutters.

“Mr Sinclair, and Daniel is Mr Stone. This isn’t family. This is business, and I don’t mix business with anything but business.” I draw in a breath because my tone is harsh, and she has visibly shrunk in her seat. “Look, Peitra, you should know I own the establishment where Sam works.” From her initial shock I can only assume she knows of Sam. I doubt she knows much, just enough to pass judgment. “I am more than proficient at reading women. Please don’t pretend to look affronted. That insults me and you for that matter.” Her face flushes pink.

“Sorry, Mr Sinclair, I really didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Yes, you did. But you should also know you are doing yourself a great disservice if you think that is all you have to offer.” She holds my gaze but shifts uncomfortably before she lightly shakes her head.

“I know. I mean this isn’t me.” She shakes her head. “I did ask Dan-Mr Stone, but the other stuff…that was just for you.” She dips her head, and her face is so red I am tempted to believe she is being genuine. But equally, that could be my male ego wanting it to be true. “I am sorry. I just don’t want you to think I am like this, or that I would use…Um, you’re really attractive yourself.” She slaps her hand to her mouth, and I have to bite back a laugh at her obvious mortification. “Can we just forget this, Mr Sinclair? Rewind and pretend none of this, and I mean
none
of it, happened. I will work my arse off and prove that I am good enough to be here on my own merit. If that’s okay?” Her voice is sincere and eyes are pleading.

“I think that is an excellent idea.” I watch her body relax. She draws in a deep breath and straightens in her seat. Sitting tall with a fresh, bright smile.

“Thank you.”

I am not entirely satisfied about her motives, but I have, at least, made my position clear. “Right, okay, you are to shadow me, but you’re not my PA so don’t behave like one. If you have a question ask, and Peitra…treat yourself the way you would like to be treated.” She nods and flashes a tentative smile, which is the first natural expression to flit across her face. It looked good.

L
eon slumps on the sofa next to me and picks up the tiny baby blue bunny between his fingers like it was carrying some hideous disease. His hand is stretched as far from his body as possible, and his brow is comically piqued with curiosity.

“Something you want to tell me, babe?” He wrinkles his nose with distaste, and I snatch the bunny from his fingers, but my face must display something other than irritation. I feel the unbidden sadness silently prickle behind my eyes. His arm is instantly around me, and my face is warmed against the strong curve of muscle on his chest. The steady thump, thump of his heart is an instant comfort. It’s silly. It’s not like I can’t think about babies without breaking, but his disdain, even as a joke, was too close to home to be remotely funny. “I’m sorry, Sam. I didn’t mean anything. I would be happy for you, you know that. I’d be sad for selfish reasons, but you know I…” He kisses my hair but doesn’t finish his unnecessary apology.

“I know, Leon. Honestly, I think I’m going a little crazy. You didn’t even say anything, you just had that same look as…” I shake my head. I’m being ridiculous. When I meet his stare, his eyes are filled with kind understanding. “I’m sorry. I’ve been on edge since my run-in with Richard last week. I can’t believe I acted out like that.”

He snickers. “Oh, babe, I can
so
believe you did, but you weren’t to know he was some sleazy psycho. And you can relax, Jason called to say Richard left for the States this morning, and I’m working on making sure he can’t come back.” He ruffles my hair, and I feel all warm and tingly that I have two wonderful men in my life.

“Jason called you, why didn’t he call me?” I reach for my phone, which is perched on the arm of the sofa. My screen is blank. I grimace when I meet Leon’s smug expression. My phone is still playing up, and I haven’t gotten around to replacing it. “That might be why.” I press the start button to try and wake the sleeping device, exhausted by its rapid burst of flashing screens it quickly flatlines. “Can I use your phone?” I wiggle my fingers and he rolls his eyes. I scroll through his call log expecting to have to recognise Jason’s number but I am shocked to see his name as a full on contact with picture and everything. “You added him as a proper contact?” I drop my jaw to exaggerate my surprise. He reaches for his phone, but I pull it back.

“He is important to you,” he states flatly.

“Aw, Leon, that’s so sweet. You’re letting him into our little family,” I coo, but he smirks and raises a brow.

“You didn’t look at the picture, did you?” He grins.

“It’s a bell. It’s not a wedding bell, is it?” I splutter.

“Not exactly, to be very specific it’s the end of a bell.” He looks fit to burst with his own mirth.

“Mature, very mature.” He fails to hold it in and snickers out a light laugh, but rolls off the sofa and out of my slapping range. “Make me a hot chocolate by way of apology for calling my boyfriend a bell-end.” I call after him as he strides toward his room. He makes a swift U-turn and detours to the kitchen instead.