“It doesn’t have to be, Gabe. Just remember she’s not one of your bimbos, pardon my French. You’re going to have to treat her with kid gloves.”
“Well, nice to know what you think of me, V.”
“I love you like a brother.”
I chuckle. “I am your brother.”
“Oh, right,” she giggles. “Just be careful with her.”
“Will do, boss.”
“Ha! You’re the bossy one. I love you. I only want the best for you.” She sighs, “You coming for Christmas Eve this year?”
Here we go again. I can’t stand spending any time with Chip. She knows it––she just doesn’t know why. I think she assumes it has something to do with the fact that Chip’s an architect too and we’re competitive. But, that’s not it. Besides, Chip’s a terrible architect. The only thing he’s good at is stealing other people’s design ideas and morphing them into something hideous. “I’m not sure. I’ll wait and see what Lexie wants to do.”
“Oooh, thinking about weeks in advance with this one? This is getting good.”
“Well, I don’t know how long this drama with Christine is going to last so…”
“You swear you didn’t impregnate her?”
“Victoria Parker. Would I lie about something as serious as that? I didn’t touch her. I kissed her, and that’s it.”
“Fine. I hope your lawyers are on top of things. That could snowball out of control before you know what happened. Women like her…”
“I know. She’s a nutcase. Yes, my lawyers are looking into everything. They’ve even got an investigator looking at her past. My theory is she’s tried this before but only time will tell if I’m right about that.”
“I agree. Women like her would probably try this multiple times. I bet she’s gotten paid off before.”
“That’s probably true. I’ll make sure they look into her financials. Good.” Yeah, that’s a good idea.
“Alright, it’s past my bedtime, Gabby. I need to hit the hay.”
“Yeah, Chip’s probably missing you.”
“He’s not here.”
“He’s not? Where is he?”
“Uh, he was tying up some loose ends at the gallery.”
“Oh, sure.” Besides being a sub-par architect, Chip’s also her agent. I wouldn’t put it past him to screw her out of some of that money, but I keep that to myself. I can’t worry about him. The only thing I can do is take care of my sister. She doesn’t know this, but every month I put money into an account for her. So when things hit the fan with asshole Chip, and they will hit the fan, she’ll have money to fall back on. “Love you, V. Sleep well.”
“Love you too. Talk to you later.”
We hang up, and I lean back in my ergonomic drafting stool. Running my hand through my hair, I decide to shower to get this product out of my hair. It’ll also be an opportunity to work off some of this frustration I have since I left Lexie at her door. Just thinking about her plump little lips and round bottom makes me grow hard again. Yeah, a shower is what I need. Then maybe I’ll get some sleep.
