“Where’s Georgiy?” I rasp.
I blink up at Teddy, who sighs.“He’s downstairs with Anthony,”he signs.
“He should be up here with me. I’m injured.”
And I need a hug.
Teddy helps me sit up and hands me a cup of tea and a small cake.“Eat.”
I nod. “Where’s Jake?”
“He’s outside with Angel. Showing him the garden.”
I scrunch the corner of my nose, letting him know I understand. I slurp my tea and then shove the cake into my mouth, relishing the taste. Sweet, bright. It helps to take the edge away from the memories.
“Better go see him then. No time to waste.”
Teddy eyes me skeptically, but still helps me stand. I’m naked, but Teddy grabs Georgiy’s suit jacket that was laid out on the back of a chair and holds it out to me.
I pull it on, swaying slightly, dizziness overtaking me, but then it dissipates and I’m able to take a long breath.
“Wowza, I almost vomited all over your shoes,” I tell Teddy, and he huffs. “So, tell me. What are they discussing? Did they talk about me? About how handsome I am? Do I look good in this suit jacket with nothing else on?”
Teddy arches an eyebrow, and I lean into him. He’s so strong. I reach up and squeeze his muscles.
“You should show Jake these,” I say. “Take off your shirt and wander around the property. Really catch his eye.”
Teddy doesn’t reply right away, just keeps walking. But the seed has been sown.
I hope I get to see this interaction.
“Jake doesn’t notice me,”Teddy eventually signs.
“He’ll certainly notice you if you take off your shirt and bounce those mommy milkers.”
Teddy scoffs as he leads me toward the office, knocking softly before walking in. I see Georgiy immediately. He’s sitting on the couch, his hands folded in his lap, his eyes flicking to mine as I approach.
“You should be in bed,” he says, making Anthony turn toward me, his finger tapping on the desk.
“I’ve had worse,” I say as I plop down next to him and burrow into his side. “Just have a headache.” I peer up at Georgiy. “And a dick ache. If you want to take care of that.”
He turns back to Anthony, who is hiding a smirk behind his hand.
“You’re welcome to carry on,” he murmurs. “I learned long ago that Bane can’t be managed.”
“He means it,” I tell Georgiy. “I watch Anthony and Tatum have sex all the time.”
“You most definitely should not be,” Anthony says sternly. “I told you that if you’re watching, you need to make yourself known.”
I wiggle in my seat, his stern voice reminding me of the man sitting next to me.
He commands me so well.
“I usually whisper it, so I don’t break the rules. Or cross my fingers…”
“Bane,” Anthony growls, and I whimper slightly.
“Oh yes. Talk to me like that, Boss-man. It makes me very horny.”
