Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“I figured that out after I hopped into bed with her.” Exhaustion wipes out my ability to make sense.
Hawk’s eyes nearly bulge out of his eyes as he stares at me. I notice humor dancing in his eyes as he smirks. “You hopped into bed with our new office manager?”
“I had no idea the bed was already occupied.” It sounds stupid, but it’s the fucking truth.
Hawk shakes his head. “Wow. I don’t even know where to start.”
There’s a brief knock at the door before our younger sister comes strolling in. “I heard you were in here.” She glances at me. “I heard you had an interesting night.” The motherfucking work grapevine is working overtime.
“Is that what we’re calling it?” I don’t confirm or deny anything. Instead, I want to see what my sister already heard.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you planned to use the penthouse?” Raven pours herself a cup of coffee before proceeding to add so much sugar and cream my teeth hurt from watching her.
“I didn’t find out that my apartment is uninhabitable until I landed last night. I didn’t even consider calling you at midnight.” Fuck it. “Next time, I’ll make sure to wake your ass up.”
“Who peed in your Wheaties?” Raven sits on the edge of Hawk’s desk and stares at me intently.
“I already asked that,” Hawk interjects. “And he gave me some bullshit answer.”
“Hello.” I wave my hand between the two of them. “I’m sitting right here. You don’t have to fucking talk about me like I’m not here.”
“Oh.” Raven snorts. “We say much worse about you when you’re not around.”
I flip off my little sister then turn to my asshole older brother. “Can we just get to work and forget about everything else?”
“Sure,” Hawk agrees easily. Too fucking easily. “First thing we need to discuss is our new office manager and your plans to steal her for yourself.”
Fucking hell. I should’ve seen that shit coming from a mile away. My goddamn exhausted mind let me walk right into that trap. “Don’t worry, asshole. I haven’t forgotten the number one rule around here.” But I wish to God I could. Keeping my hands off of my soulmate might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I don’t even know why I’m trying.
“Take it from someone who recently fell hard and fast, there’s no slowing the train once it gets moving.”
I flip him off again and walk away, wondering if he’s telling me to make a move. I fucking hate being out of control, and I haven’t been in control since the moment I laid eyes on Harper. Something tells me I’ll learn to embrace the craziness my little hellcat brings to my life.
Over the next two weeks, I barely get the barest glimpse of my little hellcat. In fact, I’d bet my yearly salary that she’s avoiding me on purpose. When my asshole siblings noticed Harper treating me like I have the goddamn plague, they started giving me hell. Then they began throwing Harper into my path at every opportunity possible.
Between my hellcat crushing my heart under her high heel and my fucking siblings rubbing it in my face, I’m suffering the pains of hell. “Did you get a chance to try the blueberry muffins Harper brought in?” Hawk asks as we sit in our weekly breakfast meeting discussing our plans for the coming weeks. My blood pressure spikes at the thought of any other man, even my brother, tasting her treats. They should all be mine and mine alone. God, I’m losing my fucking mind.
“No.” I growl and flex my tightly gripped fists under the table to keep from giving him the ass kicking he’s been begging for.
“You totally should try them.” Raven cuts in and unwraps a muffin. “They are the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
Fucking hell. It’s almost as if these two are trying to force me to pay attention to our new employee. The harder I try to ignore her, the harder my siblings work to force us together. Yesterday, Hawk asked me to stop by Harper’s new corporate apartment and check out the leak under the bathroom sink. Do I look like a goddamn plumber?
“I’ll give them a try later.” I brush them off and go back to answering emails on my phone.
“You might want to grab one soon before they’re all gone.” Raven shoves a huge bite of muffin into her mouth and groans. “I’m going to hide a few.”
“You’ve already had three of them.” Hawk reminds her. “You’re going to turn into a blueberry muffin soon.”
“Worth it.” My sister smirks and I tune out the conversation in an attempt to preserve my sanity. “I stored one of Bent’s last platinum records for Bender Valentine in the safe in the storage room.” My sister finally switches into work mode. “He wants to pick it up when he’s in town next week. Do you know if the freaking vault room is livable yet?”