Page 93 of Spiralling Skywards
“So, she’ll be there?”
He nodded.
“Him?”
“I told you, they’re just friends.”
Friends my arse. Will’s car has been at her place four times this week. Luke might be oblivious, but I wasn’t.
I ground my back teeth together so hard that a pain shot through my left ear.
“I can cook, I’ll come baste your turkey.” Mel wiggled her eyebrows then winked at Luke.
“You, my sister, and Sasha Collins all sitting around the dinner table together? I don’t think so, Mel.”
“Please, I’ll let you fill my stocking.”
Shain made a sound like he’d just come in his jocks. I glared at him and then looked across at Luke, either he shut her up or I would. I wasn’t a miserable bastard of a boss, I’d just proved that by agreeing to a Christmas tree, but I wouldn’t sit around and wait for a harassment charge to come our way if something like that were one day said to, or around, the wrong person.
“Been there, done that, Mel. Like I’ve told you before, it won’t be happening again,” Luke told her.
“Mel, do you not remember the little chat we had in London last Monday?” I asked.
She folded her arms over her chest and sat back in her chair.
“You two are no fun.”
“This is a place of work. We are your bosses. You don’t come here to have fun, especially not with either of us. Last verbal warning, Mel, next time will be formal and recorded.”
Everyone remained silent as I walked into my office.
“Word, Luke, now please,” I called out.
“What the fuck has crawled up your arse?” he asked, slamming my office door behind him.
I sat down behind my desk. “Are you fucking her again?”
“No. Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I’m not.”
“I’m an equal partner in this company, I’d say that does make it my business. You can’t flirt with her like that. Not in private and definitely not in front of everyone.”
He leaned his long frame back against my office door, folded his arms, and crossed his legs at the ankles, all the while studying me.
“Have you spoken to her lately?”
I shook my head. He knew what was really wrong with me without either of us saying it. “You?”
“A few times, yeah. We went to see our grandparents over the weekend, so I had a bit of time with her. We talked.” He raked his hand through his hair. “Look, I’m doing my best to deal with all of this. She’s my little sister, I’ve spent my entire life looking after her. Protecting her. I’ve never even known her to have a boyfriend, and suddenly she’s got two blokes making a play for her, both knocking thirty and both of them best mates of mine.”
He pulled up a chair, and I retrieved a bottle of Drambuie and two glasses from my drawer before pouring us each a double measure.
Other than our fight and him continuously threatening to fuck me with my own dick, we hadn’t really sat and had a real talk about what had gone on between me and Sarah, or me and him for that matter. Our bruises and battle wounds had faded along with Luke’s aggression towards me, though.
“I won’t betray her trust and tell you all what she told me, but what I will say is that she’s not ready to see anyone else. You hurt her, Del. If it were anyone but you, I’d break their fucking face.”
“Yeah, you tried that . . . And lost.”
“Fuck you.” He flicked his drink at me, naturally I dodged.
