Page 24 of On Your Knees

“He will be in and out in five minutes. You know the old man has a date at the golf club.”

“I will golf club him,” he mumbles, and I laugh.

“Oh, the golf course could be a good place for Aspen to make content. Do you think they would let me book it out?”

Ridge turns to face me. “You can’t be serious! You want the stray to run around a place that cost us over half-a-million dollars in initiation fees and two hundred grand a year for membership?!”

I nod. “The money will be worth it if I can fuck her by the tenth hole. That little water fountain on the lake with the lights... at night, it would be magical.”

Ridge scoffs as his driver, Malachi, pulls into theparking garage at our office. As soon as we are parked, Ridge gets out and fixes his suit jacket. He hates my tie always being loose unless we are in a meeting and complains that my shirts are always wrinkled.

“Admit how hot it would be,” I taunt, and he stops abruptly, almost making me run into his back.

“I thought you were a one and done. What makes the stray any different?”

I laugh, and he stalks toward the elevator again. “What makes her different? I think you can answer that one yourself.”

“Me?” He scoffs as the elevator doors immediately open. No one besides us uses this entrance, so each morning there is no wait.

“Yes, you. And we had a minor mishap. I was promised to be forced to my knees, and we may have gotten sidetracked with the fucking part.”

Ridge just shakes his head, and when we get to his floor, we both step off to find his father laughing with his secretary. It’s not unusual for Harrison to hit on women our age. It’s like as soon as he divorced my mother, he got struck by some early midlife crisis and began dating younger women. But they seem to get younger and younger. Good for him, if he’s into the gold-digging type, but Ridge doesn’t feel the same way.

“Son, nice of you to join us. It’s unlike you to be late to a meeting.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call you hijacking my day a ‘meeting.’ You have fiveminutes.”

Harrison laughs. “How are you doing, Zeland? How is that girl you were telling me about?”

“I sealed the deal, but Ridge has ruffled feathers over it.”

“I do not,” Ridge snaps. “If you want to stick your cock into stray pussy, that’s on you.”

Stray pussy my ass. He had no issues sucking her juices off me. I don’t say it out loud, as he won’t want his father to know his business. He never does.

“Sometimes the feral ones are the best kind,” Harry murmurs, and I snicker.

“She isn’t a feral,” Ridge snaps. “Now, is there a reason you’re here?”

Ridge’s secretary has made herself scarce, and I don’t blame her—occasionally things between Ridge and Harrison get a little heated.

“Yes, two things. I hope you plan to be in attendance at Carmichael’s birthday. You know how important it is to make appearances.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” I say, mainly because the vein on the side of Ridge’s head already looks like it’s about to explode.

“You should ask Genevieve to be your date, son. You know how fond of you she is.”

“No!”

I chuckle. I love how Ridge doesn’t beat around the bush.

“What about you, Zeland?”

“No way in hell would I take that snake anywhere. Sorry, old man, but I already have a date.”

Harrison laughs. “Fair enough.”

“You said you had something else to tell us, so let’s move along.”

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