“There are offices in L.A.”
There is one I’m interested in, but…
“I know you’re holding back.”
I laugh. “I can’t hide anything from you.” I give her a quick kiss. “I’m interested in Omega Wealth Management.”
“Oh.” Her eyes grow big and round for a moment. “Makes sense. If you’re going to be working for someone, it might as well be one of the best, and Gavin’s, like, top five in the world.”
“Gavin?” I arch an eyebrow.
She jerks, flushing hard, then clears her throat. “Gavin Lloyd. You know, the founder of OWM.”
“You on first-name basis with the guy?”
“Well, you know…kind of. I, uh, met him a few times. At a café near his office. He always gives his first name when he orders his morning coffee.” She smiles, then hurriedly adds, “He seems really nice. You should apply.”
“They don’t take undergraduate interns.”
“Try anyway?” she says. “You never know. Besides, I heard his company pays its interns well.”
I read that in a magazine article too. He believes in paying people for the work they perform.
“Please?” She flutt
ers her eyelashes, giving me that puppy face.
I laugh. She had me at “try anyway.” “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Awesome.” She grins.
My mind says I’m missing something small but important, warns I needed to figure out what that is…this instant. But she shifts, straddling me and cradling my cock in the sweet spot between her legs. “Now, for good luck…”
She catches my face between her palms and kisses me. I open my mouth, licking at her tongue.
And I can’t understand why I should stop to find out what that small thing is.
Chapter Ten
Dominic
Sixty-seven minutes. That’s how long my sister’s been staring at nothing, even though she has a math textbook spread out on the dining table.
“Earth to Kristen,” I say dryly, waving a hand in front of her eyes.
She starts, then looks up. “What?”
“I asked you if you wanted the leftover pasta for dinner three times now.”
“Oh.” She sighs, then glances at the TV, which is currently turned off. She kicks her backpack halfheartedly, then sighs again.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Yeah, right. She’s been sighing ever since she came back from school. A subtle teen, she is not. “You’re a terrible liar. Come on.”
“Diego asked me to the prom.”