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I chuckle, shaking my head. “We had dinner in the city two weeks ago.”
She waves me off with a grin. “Still, too long.”
A snort escapes me. “Mom, you do realize you go months without seeing Thalia.”
She frowns as if the thought never even occurred to her.
Thalia, my sister, lives in Palm Beach, but spends her time flying all over the world for horse competitions. My parents visit when they can, but their busy schedules don’t always allow it. Even with Mom taking a small step back from acting and now only doing one movie a year, there have been occasions when she still spends months at a time on location – much to my father’s disappointment.
“Well, all my children are here now and that’s what matters.” She beams up at me.
For a brief moment, it hits me just how much Thalia looks like her. Thalia has always been her mini me, but as she’s gotten older, their similarities are even more obvious.
“Where is everyone?” I ask, shifting my leather weekend bag on my shoulder.
“In the back yard. Your father decided it was a nice evening to grill.”
Mom turns, heading down the hall, expecting me to follow. But I turn instead and make my way up the stairs to mybedroom. I want to get freshened up before I even think about seeing the rest of my family.
Truth is, I’m still out of sorts after my conversation with Harrison. His comment about Elite hit closer to home than I’d like to admit. Even though I’ve been wanting to let off steam by sinking into a willing, kinky, pussy. But lately, I’ve been holding back. And I’m pretty sure it’s no coincidence I haven’t touched another woman since Anais invaded my life.
I shake the thought away. I’m not ready to explore what that means right now.
Pushing open my bedroom door, I step inside, dropping my luggage to the bed. I glance around at the modern space, taking it in. Dark walls, darker wood furniture, walk in closet and attached bathroom. Minimalistic, but me.
I exhale, finally letting myself relax in the familiar surroundings, and forgetting all the bullshit of the last couple of weeks.
Stripping out of my clothes, I pad to the bathroom, tapping the shower’s control panel, hitting the cool setting. With any luck, the freezing water will finally help clear my head and I can pull myself together for tomorrow when I have to face the source of my conflict.
But of course, the joke’s on me.
Because an ice cold shower…
Doesn’t help even a little bit.
Chapter 16
Anais
Late Sunday morning, I arrived in the Hamptons with my family.
We didn’t drive. Instead, we took my father’s helicopter and were landing just thirty-five minutes after takeoff. It was a quick trip, thankfully, because the sun was shining and I had every intention of laying out by the pool before dinner with the Maxwells.
And now here I am. Kindle in hand, lounging in the sun, enjoying a spicy romance about a brother’s best friend. I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever live a reality like this, or if I’ll spend the rest of my life living this fantasy vicariously through books. God, I hope it’s the former. Like the main male character in this story, I want Evan to have a filthy mouth and an even filthier imagination. I want him to take control. Ravish me. Show me everything.
Bend me over his organized office desk, push inside me and fuck me until I don’t know my own name…
For a long moment I imagined how big his cock is. I know for a fact he’s packing.
The man radiates big dick energy. And the outline of his length shows in whatever he wears, bold, proud and always on display. Always demanding attention.
Jealousy slithers through me at the thought of other women looking at him.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” my mother’s voice startles me from my thoughts, and my head snaps up to find her smiling down at me.
I clear my throat, her inquisitive stare making my cheeks heat. I set my Kindle down. “Nothing. Just reading and catching some rays.”
She nods, lowering into the lounger beside mine. “Elena just called. Lunch is at three, so we need to leave by two thirty.”
