Page 62 of Callan

They work for me, and all they know is that I'm their boss. It’s enough to make them off-limits for me.

I like to keep things neat.

That’s why I said that losing this necklace, and having Carmen, Thomas, and Daniela involved in this story––and now, Mackenzie––is anything but neat.

Mackenzie.

Interesting woman.

Hot as fuck, but she wouldn’t know that.She’s like a closed book, her pages needing some dusting off.

I like her curiosity and taste for adventure––although she’s money-motivated, and I get that––and the way she puts me in my place.

A smile tugs at my lips, bringing my brother’s attention to me.

“What’s so funny?” Alistair asks, and I down my drink before responding promptly.

“Nothing.”

His eyes stay on me as I move to the bar and set my glass down before looking out the window, unable to let go of that image of Mackenzie on top of me.

Her thighs open, her tits perky, the corners of her lips naturally curled up.

She looked like an angel.

A strange comparison, I know.

I was mad at her for pulling out her camera and taking pictures of me. What the hell was she thinking? She shouldn’t try to do that with anyone? But me?

She was lucky I didn’t confiscate her phone, toss her over my shoulder, and lock her in the fuck room downstairs where the bed is wide, the candles are plenty, and the drawers are stocked with lube, whips, blindfolds, and shackles.

Make her my little sex angel.

Ready for me at any time of day or night, prepared to satisfy me and give me pleasure and take my punishments with a drunk smile on her face.

Joking aside, the room is there.

I’ve never had the chance to use it. But for some reason, I thought she’d make for a good tenant.

Something about her spunk and goodness would make her the perfect resident.

I can only imagine her eyes going wide. Her lips trembling with revolt and anticipation.

Her snappy words coming to me fast.

She and I could not be more different, and yet, we’d make a great pair in the bedroom.

I’d lie if I said she didn’t ignite my curiosity or I didn’t think about ruining her for other men.

Keeping her is out of the question.

None of the Bard brothers look for commitment these days. Maybe that’s why I’m dithering over making a decision.

The kernel of honorability I still harbor and the sliver of conscience left in my brain prevent me from pulling this woman into a story that would leave her broken.

But that doesn’t make my curiosity go away.

I know my ways.

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