Wicked Bad Boys (11 page)

I
manage
to have an entire night’s sleep, and I believe it was restful and free of nightmares. I don’t think I’ve had that luxury in at least nine years. Definitely not since dad’s unusual and disturbing behavior started. I’m equally shocked that I was able to have that night sleep with a woman beside me in bed. This is a first.

I get out of bed to start my day. By the time I’m out of the shower and putting a shirt on in my walk-in closet, I hear Rebecca get out of bed. The bathroom door closes shortly after that. When she comes out to get dressed, I offer her some spare clothes in the guest room.

“It’s okay. Can you drop me off at home so I can get a change of clothes before work?”

“Of course.”

It’s all business again this morning, but I’d like it to be more. I understand we both have to get into work, so I let things be. Rebecca puts on her dress, and by then, I’m ready too. We leave, and are walking toward the elevator when I see Claire stepping off. I don’t want to rehash what has happened, and the only thing she should be here to do is apologize and leave. I lead the way and we walk toward her.

“What are you doing here, Claire?”

Claire looks at Rebecca briefly before looking at me. “Can you spare a few minutes to talk,” she asks.

“I really can’t right now. We have to leave, and I have to get in on time for a meeting this morning. Can this wait until the weekend?”

“No, Jonathan. It can’t wait.”

I run a hand through my hair and let out an exhausted breath. “Rebecca, do you mind waiting a few minutes?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Claire, this is Rebecca. She works for Kara. Rebecca, this is my stepsister, Claire Fairchild. Come on inside.” I looked back at Rebecca. “I think you should join us. This won’t be long.”

Claire seems surprised I’ve invited Rebecca to listen to what she has to say. To be honest, after the stunt she pulled, I don’t trust being alone with her.

We all get back inside and I ask them both to sit down. “What’s this about, Claire?”

“I thought we could have a few minutes in private, Jonathan.”

“This is as private as it gets right now for us,” I answer. “Rebecca’s a lawyer. She’s my lawyer. Anything you need to say, you can say in front of her.”

Claire shifts around in her seat and seems to prepare herself. “All right, fine Jonathan. First I want to apologize for what happened. It was inappropriate, and I was in a bad place emotionally. I was wrong. I’m sorry, and it won’t happen again.”

“Apology accepted. Was that it?”

“No. There is a little bit more. It has to do with mom and Solomon.”

“What about them?”

“Are you sure you want to talk about this in front of her?” She asked, gesturing to Rebecca.

“What about them, Claire?” I repeat my question.

“Neither of them came home last night.”

“They’re adults, Claire, and so are you. Is there more?”

“Fine. Mom found a small locked chest somewhere in Dad’s office. The things inside were alarming, to put it mildly. She confronted him, and plans to go to the police.”

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F
or a split second
, I think that maybe I should finish this conversation with Claire in another room. This may be too much information for Rebecca after all. Claire continues her update about her mother and my father, so I let things be.

“They’re having a divorce too.”

“Wait. Let’s talk about what Mandy found. What kind of things were inside the chest?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it myself. I overheard them arguing about it, and she said if he didn’t stop, she would turn him into the police. That’s exactly what she said, word for word.”

“Why are you bringing this to me?”

“Mom will listen to you. I don’t know what they were talking about, but I thought you can talk to either of them, or both of them, and get them to calm down.”

“I’ll deal with this when I see Dad, okay? I think Mandy is fine.”

“How do you know? Did you see her?”

“Rebecca, let’s go. Claire, go on into work. I’ll talk to them when I can.”

“Jonathan—”

“That’s enough, Claire. I said I’ll talk to them.”

I motion for the ladies to exit ahead of me and they walk to the elevators. Each is silent, neither engaging the other. We take the elevator down to the garage. Claire goes back to her car and leaves.

“Do you want me to wait for you? When you go up to change at your place?”

“I’ll be okay. Will you?”

“Yes. I’ll be fine. There’s never a dull moment in the Sloan-Fairchild household,” I say, not wanting to give too much away. I have no idea what Claire was talking about, so there’s no point trying to explain anything to Rebecca.

I drive to her place in silence. I think she understands I wouldn’t make great conversation anyway. We get in front of her building, and I get out and walk around to the passenger side. I help her up, and she kisses my cheek.

“Do you want to meet up later?” she whispers.

“Sure.”

I want to see her, but there’s also a part of me that thinks I should wait a few days. Whatever it is that’s happening between us, it’s heating up fast. I leave after she steps inside. I get into work shortly afterward. My assistant tells me that Mandy’s brother has been looking for me for the past hour, and he wants to see me right away. She has already moved my meetings around so I have time to speak with him this morning.

I walk into his office. He looks over to me and tells a person on his mobile phone he’ll speak with them later.

“Jonathan, how are you doing?” he asks, getting the mandatory pleasantries out of the way.

“What’s going on, Charles? You wanted to see me?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing. What’s going on with Mandy and Solomon?”

“How would I know?”

“She phoned me yesterday, completely frazzled. She told me she’s leaving your father, that she’s had enough, and she’s tired of living out her last days like this.”

“Hmmm.”

“That’s why I asked you in here. I thought for sure you would know.”

“Does this have anything to do with the work that I do here, Charles? Are you trying to tell me my job might be at risk?”

“Oh no. Not at all. I need you here now. Don’t even think of trying to leave at a time like this.”

“Good to know. The only two people that know about Mandy and my dad, are Mandy and my dad. Why don’t you talk to them? I’ve got a busy day. Lots to catch up on. Call Mandy, okay? Or call Dad. I don’t know anything.” I pause to think. “Hey. After today, I may take the rest of the week off. Thinking of a little trip. A mini vacation.”

“Yeah? Sure, that’s cool. Where to?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere quiet.”

“No one’s at the Bahamas villa right now. Why don’t you go there?”

“You know what? That might not be a bad idea. I’ll decide later and let you know. Thanks Charles. Let me know if you find out anything about Dad and Mandy.”

“Will do.”

He picks up his phone and takes a call from his executive assistant, and I tell him I’ll talk to him later. I leave his office. I have to confess, I’m a little curious about what’s going on. The timing of this doesn’t sound very good. Dad needs Mandy in his corner for this big acquisition he’s working on, but the truth is, they’re grown-ups. I have enough on my plate. I’m not sure I really want to know anything else.

My day goes nonstop, and after lunch, my thoughts drift to Rebecca.

I
have
a morning full of debriefs with the team that’s taken all my files. After that, I have lunch alone at the sandwich shop around the corner. I’m glad for the time alone. I need to think, but all my brain cells are wrapped around Jonathan. I give up and go back to the office. My increasingly annoying assistant tells me I have a call on hold.

“How long have they been waiting?” I ask.

“A few minutes this time.”

“They phoned before?”

“Just once this morning.”

“You do know I’m off my main assignment, right Louise? Why didn’t you put it through to whoever took over for my case files?”

“It’s Jonathan Sloan, ma’am. He asked for you directly.”

“Put him through,” I tell her, puzzled he would phone the office when he can get me on my cell phone. I close my office door and reach over the desk for the phone.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Are you sitting at your desk?” he asks in a deep, sexy tone.

“Jonathan? What’s up?”

“Answer the question,” he demands.

“I’m at my desk, but not sitting. What’s going on?”

“How would you like it if I were in your office right now, kneeling between your legs, eating your sweet pussy.”

“I’m at work, Jonathan.”

“Yeah, and I can just imagine the look on your face if I were there. That skirt of yours would be hiked up past your hips. I’d spread your legs, rip those sexy panties off, and lick you until you want to scream. Are you wet yet?”

I’m already wet when he mentions dropping to his knees, but I don’t admit it. “Jonathan. I didn’t peg you as a phone sex kind of guy.”

“I’m not.”

“Then what’s this?”

“I’m in my office. I have ten minutes until my next board meeting, and guess who’s on my mind? Guess who’s got me hard as a rock thinking about what happened last night?”

My need betrays me as I think about it, and I let out a soft moan.

“Are you touching yourself, Rebecca? Because it sound like you just released some pleasure in that moan.”

“I don’t…” I’m trying to resist him, but I can’t think of what I was going to say.

“Just do what I tell you. I’ll make your afternoon more fun than it’s been in a while.”

“I…Jonathan, I have to go now.”

I hang up the phone, but he’s already affected me. I’m wet and my clit is throbbing. God, what the hell have I gotten myself into? I get back to my desk and continue reviewing the files, but at the back of my mind, I’m still hearing Jonathan’s voice. My free hand makes its way down my legs and up my skirt.

Less than five minutes later he calls me on my mobile phone. I can’t even talk when I answer.

“You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?” he asks.

I put my finger on my clit.

He growls out a moan through the phone. “Tell me, Rebecca.”

“Yes,” I manage to get out.

“Christ,” he moans, and I instantly feel a heat spreading out from my core. “How wet are you?”

“Mmmm…very.”

“What would you want me to do if I were there, Rebecca?”

“Oh God.” His voice already has me close to coming. Never in a million years did I think I would be sitting in my office, getting off at the sound of a man’s voice. Yet here I am.

“I…I can’t do this, Jonathan.”

“Don’t hang up, baby. I know it probably feels weird to you, but fuck, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I spread my legs and hike my skirt up. I check my closed door. If anyone barges in right now, they’ll see a wanton look on my face and know I’m up to something with one hand under my desk. I turn my chair sideways so my hair is hiding the phone and more importantly, my face. My thumb is on my clit now, and two fingers are sinking into my wet center.

“I wish you were here, Jonathan,” I confess through an obvious desire-filled whimper.

“What would you want me to do? Tell me, baby.”

I slide my fingers in deeper. “I’ve never done this before…”

“Well I’ll tell you. I’m sitting here with my thick cock in my hand, imagining you’re about to slide into my lap and sink that tight pussy down around it.”

“Mmmm,” I groan. I’m so close.

“I’d undo that blouse and wrap my lips around your nipple and tease you until you’re so wet, you’re riding my cock in that chair and begging me to fuck you harder.”

“Oh God, Jonathan.” My thumb strokes more wildly, and if he says another word, I’m going to come.

“My hands are tight on your ass cheeks now. I’m pulling you down as you grind on my cock, baby. Slamming into that hot pussy until you soak my cock with your juices…You’re close now, aren’t you?” he asks.

“Yes baby…Oh fuck, Jonathan…” I groan out my orgasm and hope to God it wasn’t loud enough for anyone outside my office to hear.

I hear him growl out like he does when he comes. “God, baby,” he pants and gasps for air. “That was so fucking good. Did you like it?”

“Yes…” I admit.

“Well wait until I see you later.”

Someone knocks on my door and I nearly jump out of my chair. “I’ve got to go, Jonathan. Talk to you later.”