Page 17 of Not Your Average Vixen
“I’ll take that, Janine,” he said, plucking the card from his assistant’s grip.
It looked like he would be riding that vixen tonight.
The attorney glanced back at him, then continued down the hall.
“I don’t know why you bother with that, Soren. You should take a lesson from your friend, Tom, and find a nice girl,” Janine said, tidying up a stack of files on the corner of his desk that didn’t require tidying up.
“You know I’m not looking for an angel, Janine.”
But he wasn’t about to get into this with his assistant.
“Is there anything else we need to go over?” he asked, staring at the black key card.
“A few things,” Janine answered, picking up her iPad.
He leaned against his desk, turning the room key in his hand. First, he’d take that vixen hard and fast against the wall. Then, a long, slow fuck in the steam shower. And finally, she’d get down on her knees and wrap those red lips around his rock-hard cock.
“Your parents,” Janine said, knocking the sex scenario right out of his head.
“What about them?” he bit out.
“I reached out to them. Well, their assistants.”
He gave a bark of a laugh. Neither of his parents had a job. They were the epitome of trust fund trash.
“And?”
“Your mother will be in St. Tropez with her husband for the holidays.”
“Fourth husband,” he corrected.
Janine nodded. “And your father will be on a yacht, cruising the Mediterranean until the middle of January with his—”
“Fifth wife,” he supplied as a muscle ticked in his jaw.
How little they’d changed over the years. At least, he knew to expect nothing from them. He made his own money. He had his own life.
“And what would you like to get Tom for a wedding gift? Goodness, things are going to be different,” Janine said with a chuckle.
But he wasn’t laughing.
“What do you mean by that?”
Janine opened the box of cupcakes. “Don’t these look delightful? Would you like one, dear?”
“Do you think I look like this because I binge on boxes of sugar?” He frowned. “What did you mean when you said things were going to be different? I assume that you meant with Tom.”
Janine closed the lid, then pinned him with her hazel gaze. “Tom is getting married, Soren. There’s a chance his holiday plans will change. He’ll have his wife and her family to consider. And then, who knows if they’ll decide to have children soon. This might be your last time celebrating Christmas with him and the Abbotts.”
He would have fallen on his ass had he not been leaning against his desk.
The last Christmas with the Abbotts?
He’d considered Tom’s fiancée a mere nuisance—an obstacle, something to placate. But the thought of his connection with the Abbotts becoming severed never entered his mind until Janine mentioned it.
Was she right?
He couldn’t take the chance of finding out.
