Running my tongue over my top teeth, I shake my head. “What would you have me say?”
“Uhhh, anything except untoward. How about disturbing or troublesome? Or maybe perverse?”
I jerk upright and jab a finger in her direction. “If Carlisle says anything even remotely perverse to you, he’ll be swallowing those shiny fucking teeth of his.”
My sister giggles. “Oh my god, calm your tits, bro. Grant has been perfectly nice.”
“Grant has been perfectly nice,” I mimic.
“You are a child,” she reprimands, stealing my coffee and taking a sip. “Ugh, how can you drink this without sugar and cream?”
I snatch it back and take a long swig, letting the strong java warm my throat. “Like that. You’re lucky I don’t have a shot of bourbon in there. I probably need it since I’m about to go into a meeting with all the finance guys.”
“Ew,” she says, wrinkling her nose again. “Those always last forever. Dad was always complaining about it. You need something to keep you awake.”
“Agreed,” I say, a plan suddenly forming in my mind.
After Perri leaves, I wait five minutes before using the office phone system to call Mindy.
“How may I help you, Your Grace?” she asks sweetly, and my lips twitch into a smile. God, I fucking love her sass.
Keeping my voice completely conversational, I say, “Ms. Espinoza, bring me your panties, please.”
I hear choking on the other end of the line, and my grin widens.
“B-bring… you want… excuse me?” she squeaks out.
“Did I stutter, Ms. Espinoza? I said, bring me your fucking panties. Now.”
“The ones I’m wearing?” she whispers.
“Do you have a spare pair in your desk?” I ask.
“Um, well, no.”
“Good. I didn’t want clean ones anyway. I want the ones that smell like your sweet little cunt.”
My beautiful girl appears in my office a few seconds later, closing the door before propping her hands on her hips. Jesus, she is exquisite when she’s riled up. “Why the hell do you want my panties?”
“Because I’m about to go into one of the most tedious meetings of the year, and I need something to hold onto.”
“So you want my used panties?” she asks, skepticism heavy in her words.
I shrug. “It’s what brings me comfort. Like a pacifier soothes a fussy baby, your panties can soothe a stressed out CEO.”
“Are you going to suck on them?” she retorts.
“I might.” Mindy gapes at me like I’ve lost my damn mind, and hell, maybe I have.
“Take them off now and give them to me, or I’ll come over there and take them off you myself.”
She cocks her hip out like she’s about to argue further, but when I stand, she rushes to bend over and slide the prettiest pair of peach lace panties down her legs. Stepping out of them, she stands, dangling them from one finger with a look that asks,what now?
I crook my finger at her, keeping my gaze locked on hers. Mindy crosses the room and extends her hand.
“Thank you. You’re a very accommodating assistant, Ms. Espinoza,” I tell her, taking the scrap of lace and holding it to my nose. “Mmmm, the best fucking assistant ever.”
She rolls her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “Can I go back to my desk now, or are there any other bizarre requests you’d like to ask of me?”
