Page 54 of Personal Foul
“I don’t want you calling in favors you’re uncomfortable with though. And you didn’t seem thrilled with him yesterday.”
“We have a complicated relationship, yeah. But he’s my brother. He’ll do it and I don’t mind asking. Remember, I want the interview too.”
“Okay, let’s do it. That’s a lot to plan though. We’ll have to budget for it and see how quickly we can get the new orders in. Then pick a date that works… should we time it with the hockey playoffs you think, or avoid them?”
“We’ll have to think about it. Maybe not day-of but keeping it during the season might get you a little boost of business after the event. We should put a couple more big screens up too.”
“That’s going to be expensive.” She winces.
“I’ve got it.”
“East, you’ve already paid for so much lately. This room for starters, and I really feel guilty that I can’t contribute more to this bar project. If I had more time maybe I could figure it out but…”
“You contribute more every day than I will by buying some TVs. You’re the brains and the passion behind the place. You’ve kept it going all this time, what, pretty much single-handedly, right?”
“I mean Tom and Tammy help out a lot.”
“But running it. I don’t guess your grandfather is much help these days with the books and orders and all of that.”
“No, not like he used to be.”
“So take credit for it. And don’t worry about what I’m contributing.”
“But I want to pay you back somehow. If the marketing works and business picks up, maybe I can do some sort of repayment plan.”
And I know she’s proud. I know she doesn’t want handouts and help, which makes this hard because all I want to do is help her. Make her life easier. Give her some chance to relax and enjoy things.
“If that’s what you want, but honestly, it’s just money. I have it, and I don’t mind spending it.”
“I know. You’re very generous. And I appreciate it, a lot. I wish there was some way to show you.” She stops and looks up at me, something in her eyes I can’t quite read.
I smile back at her and then return my eyes to my phone, pretending to be interested in the stocks information that I have in front of me. But in reality, I want to confess to her why I’m so generous with her. Why I’d give her almost anything she wants.
“Really? I gave you the perfect opening…”
I look up and she’s smirking at me.
“What?” I ask.
“That was the perfect opportunity for you to say something about showing my appreciation.” She raises her brow expectantly.
“That sounds like a dick thing to say.”
“Yeah, but I like when you’re a dick.” She slides the tines of her fork between her lips and runs her tongue over them.
“Princess, don’t fucking tease me this early in the morning. I’m trying to let you recover from your hangover.”
“I’m not teasing.” She stands up and rounds the table, kneeling down in front of my chair. Her fingers run up my thighs, and her eyes drift up to mine in question.
“This isn’t fair. I was gonna drag you back to bed. Fuck you with my tongue for an hour or two, and I told myself not to. To let you eat breakfast and now you’re fucking down here on your knees.”
“I have to thank you somehow, right? For how good you are to me. For getting me breakfast and coffee. And what a waste of more time alone if we don’t use it.” She raises her eyebrow and palms me through my sweats, where I’m already hard for her.
“Fuck…” I reach down and run my fingertips along her jaw, and she turns and kisses my hand, running her tongue along the pad of my thumb. “You’re not playing fair.”
“Just playing your games.” She shrugs, and her hands go to my waistband a questioning look in her eyes.
“Fuck yes, but I’m putting you on your back for another hour after this. I wanna hear you say my name again while you come on my tongue.”
