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GREYSTONE’S MISSION
April, Present Day
GREYSTONE
Greystone sat behind the massive desk while eyeing the woman perched on the edge of the guest chair. She was wearing a scoop top, the swell of her breasts looming large. He tried to keep his gaze on hers, but he had the memory of an emu. He’d glance down, get an eyeful, look back into her eyes. Seconds later, those large titties beckoned, and he was right back to a quick peek.
It wasn’t like he wanted to stare, but he couldnotstop. It had been a long, long time since he’d had sex. And he was damn tired of his hand. Either one.
He’d just finished making the rounds at the family restaurant. Santini Ristorante was located in a highly trafficked section of Old Town Alexandria, right outside DC.
He was working as the eatery’s GM, but his time had become more and more limited. Pretty soon, he’d have to tell his brother, Teddy, that he needed to cut back on hours.Greystone was clocking about four hours sleep a night. Six would work, but four?—
“So, how about a blowjob, handsome?” the woman asked. “I’d love to suck you off.” She arched her back, shoving her breasts toward him. “Admit it, you like me.”
He choked back a laugh. This was not the first time a patron had propositioned him, but he wasn’t gonna do it. Not there, not with her.
Knock-knock.
The door opened and his brother, Luciano, walked in. His gaze hardened, then slid to the woman.
Dressed in a Santini Original designer suit, Lulu kept his dark hair short, his muscular physique in top form, and his smile non-existent.
“What’s going on?” Luciano asked.
“Yo, Lulu.” Greystone pushed out of the chair, pulled the door wide, and said to the woman, “Thanks for stoppin’ by.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “Seriously? You’re not interested?”
He let his silence fill the space.
“Can I show you back to your seat?” Luciano asked.
“I’m gone.” The woman charged out.
Luciano shut the door. Expecting another ration of shit from his older brother, Greystone leaned his ass against the back of the large desk.
“Did I interrupt?” Luciano asked.
“Nope.”
“How’re things going here?”
Greystone shrugged. “All good. Here to do payroll?”
“You can do it. I wanted to see how you’re doing.”
“Me or the restaurant?”
“You, Grey. Why do you have to make this so difficult?”
Greystone missed Luciano. He’d missed him for sixteen long years, but he also wanted to keep his brothers at adistance. The less they knew, the better. Ignorance was bliss, especially when it came to their fucked-up family.
Not wanting to get into it with his brotheragain, Greystone asked, “How’s the wedding plans comin’?”
“Good. I wanted to ask you if you’d be a groomsman.”
