Page 81 of Bling

Chapter Eighteen

“Isabelle, come in here, please.”

She smiled at the sound of Garrett’s voice through the intercom as she pushed back from her desk. They’d spent the morning in bed at his hotel where he’d made love to her. He’d also had a doctor come to their suite to test them both because he was tired of fucking her with a condom. After that the morning had turned somber again as he told her about Helen Peters tragic car accident which was sounding less and less like an accident all the time.

Pushing the door open, she flashed him a smile. “I was just getting ready to leave. What can I help you with?”

His gaze was hungry, and she half expected him to tell her he was going to take her there in the office. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and said, “I have to go back to Pennsylvania for most of the week. Could you come with me?”

“When would we leave?”

“Tonight, at seven. We would be back on Thursday night.”

She sighed. “I don’t have the kind of life where I can just drop everything and hop on a plane, Garrett.”

He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I just really want you with me.”

She came further into his office. “I would come with you if I could, I promise. But with Uncle Henry still on the mend and Daddy’s work schedule, I need to be here for the girls.”

“OK, Doll. I can accept that. You can take off if you need to.”

She hated disappointing him that way.

His phone rang and he held up a hand while he answered it.

“Thank you, Jeff. Send him up, please.” Lowering the phone, he looked at her and said, Jax is here. I’ll see you at my hotel for dinner.

She blushed. Dinner, he’d already told her, would involve her mouth wrapped around his cock.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be there. Are you sure you don’t need me to stick around while Jax is here?”

He shook his head. “Go home, Isabelle. That was our agreement if you’re going to insist on working two jobs.”

She sighed. “Yes, Sir.”

She passed Jax as she left the office and gave him a friendly wave before she slid into the backseat of an SUV for Jeff to take her home.

When she unlocked the front door, Sarah was at the kitchen table doing homework, so she slipped upstairs instead of interrupting her. A nap before meeting Garrett sounded nice. As she came to the top of the stairs, Catarina opened her door and motioned for Isabelle to come into her room.

“What’s up, Cat?” she asked, stifling a yawn.

“What’s Solitaire?”

Isabelle felt her gut twist. How did she know about Solitaire?

“Like the card game?” she asked, hoping she sounded innocent and confused enough.

Catarina shook her head and pointed at her laptop screen. “No. Someone from school sent me a link to a blog with those pictures of you kissing Mr. Oliver and it mentioned a club called Solitaire.”

Isabelle closed her eyes.

“I can’t talk about that right now, Cat. I promise it’s nothing bad.”

Her niece frowned. “Grandpa won’t be happy if he sees it.”

Isabelle laughed. “Believe me, I know. Can you send me the link to the blog?”

Catarina sat down at her computer and emailed her the link.

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