Page 43 of Chandelier Enthralled
Greyson stepped forward, confident, magnetic, and annoyingly self-assured. “No, though we do talk at length, sometimes. Your brother is very insightful.”
“How do you know him?”
“We’re old friends.”
“Where did you meet?” I went coy. “At one of those clubs?”
The place I wasn’t meant to know about. But because I had the coolest aunt on the planet, I’d been let in on that family secret.
The thought that this guy was into kinky stuff caused a shudder to ripple through me.
“Ask your brother.” His voice sounded silky, and his piercing brown eyes were focused on mine.
Refusing to act flustered, I said, “I will.”
His smirk was infuriatingly sexy. “Good luck with that.”
“My brother is protective of you. Why?”
“He respects my privacy. That’s nice to hear.” He leaned in, the scent of his cologne intoxicating. “He probably won’t want us talking. We should respect that.”
“Why?”
“I should get back to his office.”
“For what?”
“Our meeting.”
“Who else is here?”
He rolled his eyes in frustration. “Atticus. And a lawyer.”
“You didn’t do something naughty, did you?” I arched a brow.
He looked away and then swallowed. “Are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Irritating.”
I slammed the packet on the central island.
“I don’t mean to be rude,” he said. “I came in here to…be alone for a second. Gather my thoughts.”
“Why?”
“Mainly to grab some caffeine to go with my Advil.”
“You have a headache?”
He looked sad again. “Something happened.”
“Want to talk about it?” I said softly.
“No, thank you.” He hesitated. “Tell me something about you.”
“I was offered a job yesterday.”
