Unless someone catches me with this phone in my hand there’s no way of tying it back to me. Not directly. Jordan holds it for me unless we’re in the residence.
“How long until my next meeting?”
He glances at his watch. “An hour.”
“All right. Get with Casey-Marie please, and don’t deliberately—or accidentally on purpose, either—sabotage Stella’s wedding, huh? I’d rather be on the right side of history on this one.”
He grumbles but I know he’ll do what I’ve asked. I lean in and kiss him. “Thank you,Sir.”
I start to straighten but he snags me by my tie and pulls me in for another kiss, this one longer, lingering.
From the neediness I sense in it Jordan’s still more in boy mode rather than Sir right now. “I was thinking about making picadillo for dinner,” he softly says, his gaze dropping.
That’s when I belatedly realize someone else needs downtime even more than I do.
So I grab him by the hips, pull him tightly against me, and slant my lips over his once more, thoroughly ravishing his mouth until he softly moans and I feel his erection pressing against mine through our clothes.
“I think someone should cook me dinner tonight while wearing their collar,” I softly say, channeling Leo.
His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks before he forces them open to meet my gaze. “Yes, Sir,” he whispers, prompting my smile.
“Good boy.” I spin him around, give him a hard, serious swat on the ass, and gently shove him toward my study door. “Go talk to Casey-Marie.”
He casts a damned sultry glance at me over his shoulder. “Yes, Sir.” His smile tells me I’ll get one hell of an eager blowjob from him later.
My first call isn’t to Leo, though. It’s to Stella. If I’m going to deal with this I need to handle it now and not put it off. This I do through my administrative assistant. I have her dial Stella’s cell for me through the switchboard.
Frankly, I don’t want Stella claiming I never call her. At least this way there’s a public record that, yes, I did call her.
And obviously I don’t want her knowing I have a burner phone, much less having the number.
Stella answers sounding creepily cool. “Yes?”
“Hey, there. I hear congratulations are in order.”
She pauses. “Thank you, Elliot.” I wonder if she’s alone because the voice I’m hearing now isn’t the one she usually uses with me when she doesn’t have witnesses to her verbal fuckery.
“I’ve told my staff to work with Congressman McMurtry’s office about the scheduling.”
“I’m sorry but I really can’t talk right now. Can I call you back later when I’m free?”
The fuck?
The hairs stand up on the back of my neck. “Yeah, sure. But I’ve got meetings coming up soon. Just call the usual number and if I’m free they’ll put you through.”
“All right. Take care.”
Click.
I stare at the receiver. Not that she hasn’t hung up on me before, because she has.
Countless times.
Usually after she’s screamed at me for not doing whatever outrageous thing she just asked of me.
I replace the receiver and sit back for a moment. I truly don’t understand my sister. She’s not hurting me by how she’s acting.
Aggravating me? Yes, absolutely.
