“And I’m bored with the men on dating apps. I need someoneexciting.Exciting men don’t resort to an app to help them get a date. It’s all finance-bros and lawyers.”
I nodded whole-heartedly. I stayed away from those apps. The women there scared me.
“I heard about the PERL auction the week after next. You’re really making life difficult for yourself, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “Yeah, the seller is eager to ride the wave of the heist before it loses momentum. It’s adding to my workload. I don’t think I thought this through before deciding to steal the painting, but it’s great for PERL.”
She shook her head. “Thanks to you, asshole.”
My lip tipped up in a cocky grin.
She rolled her eyes. “Publicity goes out Monday, right? The calls coming in will be exhausting for you—hell, probably worse than the Princess Diana auction. Do you remember that week? I feel like we were all putting in sixteen-hour days.”
I huffed.
It wasn’t something I looked forward to doing like I had before meeting Sybil. All my momentum toward PERL hadfaded in the face of her. She was all I seemed to care about, my brain skipping to this next fixation with eagerness.
I heard the door click as Bee left the room.
Content to sit here and watch Sybil all night, I sank further into my chair. I tapped on my phone and brought up the music app, playing one of my mother’s favorite Dave Matthews albums.
Drowsiness set in, and soon enough, my mind driftedinto sleep.
CHAPTER 16
Sybil & Nash
- NASH -
Setting my phone down on my desk in my home office late the following week, having just completed a call with an interested PERL bidder from Singapore, I was eager to get back to The Mountain Man series I was working through between meetings. It was incredibly captivating and sensual. I didn’t know something like this existed.
It made sense, though. Women were mental; I mean that in a good way. They were the thinkers. In contrast, men thought with their dicks, even me. Men liked visual stimulation; women liked more foreplay.
I hated to admit how disgustingly primal men could be. This book? I was loving the sexual banter. It was art. I was afraid to admit I might have found a new favorite genre.
I picked my phone up again, wanting to share my new reading content with Sybil.
Me:I started The Mountain Man series.
Sybil:Oh, did you? And what do you think?
Me:It’s educational. I had no idea books could be this detailed and graphic!
Sybil:Lol.
Me:This was a five-pepper book, right?
Sybil:Yes. It’s going to be extra. Brace yourself.
Me:Consider me braced.
Sybil:Haha. It’s pretty hard to read two of those books in a row. I tend to take a break. It can get overwhelming.
Me:Pretty hard, huh? ?? How hard?
Sybil:I’m glowering at you.
I tried not to think of what Sybil looked like overwhelmed in this way, especially in the throes of ecstasy. Did these books make her blush, or were they so common that this was just part of the story to her?
