I let out an unintentional moan as my hands reach for him, wanting to fuse our bodies. He releases his hands from the mirror, and they are instantly on me, traveling from my hip to my waist, pulling me even closer.
His responding groan, and his hard body against mine, make me lose myself. All thoughts fall away, and I welcome it. For the first time in a very long time, I simply don’t give a fuck. There is only him.
Until the sound of the door opening has my eyes flying open.
Owen immediately releases me, taking two large steps back. His eyes widen, and his breath comes in shallow bursts.
I have no doubt I look the same, but I school my face into one of neutral disinterest and force my breathing to slow.
My head turns toward the door, Owen following my lead, as Parker walks in and freezes, taking in the two of us.
A broad smile spreads across his face, revealing his identical dimple. It comes out more often with Parker than Owen. A thought that leaves me feeling oddly sad.
“Am I interrupting?” he asks innocently.
Owen finally snaps out of it, walking toward his brother. “You know you are, but we were only sparring.”
Parker’s eyes shoot to me and back to Owen. “Well, if that’s all you were doing, I sure hope she kicked your ass. Given your eye, I feel like I may have already missed it.” He says the last part with a disappointed pout.
“What are you doing here so early, and what do you want?” Owen barks.
“I could ask you the same question, big brother?” Parker shoots back with a mischievous grin.
“You know I’m always here.”
“Sure, but that’s usually with a naked woman and cocktails. She’s your assistant, and she’s fully clothed.”
I can’t quite gauge what he’s trying to get at, so I quickly grab my sweatshirt and throw it over my head before Parker notices my arm or shoulder. That’s a whole other conversation I don’t want to get into.
Parker looks at me as if he already knows what happened, even if he didn’t see anything.
“What’s your point,littlebrother?” Owen seethes.
“No point. Just came in to tell you your new security is here.” He says it so casually that I almost laugh.
“And you’re the messenger because?”
“Because I’m the only one here this early besides the two of you, dumbass. They were hanging around the entrance waiting to be let in.”
“Shit,” Owen mumbles before racing to his desk and picking up his phone. “Missed messages from Noah.”
Parker shakes his head. “Losing your grip,bigbrother.”
Owen flips him off and puts the phone to his ear. I chuckle, walking back to my desk. I’m too grateful for the interruption. I’m not sure I’d have been able to stop Owen on my own. I don’t think I’d have wanted to.
Parker saunters over to me while Owen says a few words to Noah. He plops on the edge of my desk and looks at me with mirth in his blue eyes.
“Yes?” I ask, though I’m not sure I want to hear what he has to say.
Parker crosses his arms and looks at his brother for a moment. “I’m doubting it was on your job description to come here before sunrise, so why are you here exactly?”
“I don’t sleep well, and he doesn’t sleep well. We both work out, and this office is far closer to my apartment than the gym. That’s it.”
He nods his head, but his mischievous grin is still plastered on his face. “Right. So, my brother gave up his one-night flings to work out with you instead?”
I shrug. “Perhaps he kicks them out before I get here. It’s none of my business.” Parker smirks at my response, which only fuels my fire. “You’d be better off being direct. I don’t like to play games, Mr. Mills.”
Parker chuckles. “I have no intention of playing games, Miss Riley, especially since I don’t want to end up with an eye that looks like my brother's. How, again, did that happen?”
