Three days in her company. Could Amory really take that much time away from his desk, even if he kept his cell phone switched on all the time?
Brayden sighed, stood up, transformed, and pulled his jeans back on.
I don’t see why not. If anything goes bad and he’s needed here, he could hire a fast car and come straight back. I believe this could work.
* * * *
For the first time in months, Amory had woken up completely refreshed and re-energized. He’d even stopped in the kitchen long enough to cook himself bacon and eggs, and to toast a couple of slices of rye bread to sit the eggs on, before snatching up a knife and fork and heading downstairs to his office.
He had to confess the meals had been a hell of a lot better in his home since Elsie had been catering for them. He and his brothers had a tendency to order in things they’d like to eat and then forget about them until they were past their best-before date. Or, even worse, be halfway through cooking a meal before realizing they’d forgotten an important ingredient. Under Elsie’s rule, there were always things he liked to eat in the refrigerator. Clearly she was a genius.
He forked up some egg, speared a piece of bacon, and began checking his e-mails. Today he seemed to get through them faster than usual. There were just as many as ever, but under the new system his family had devised with him, he was able to get rid of about half of them to his department managers, and today only one was really difficult to answer, forcing him to put down his fork and scroll through his files to research a reply.
Even then, he managed to finish his breakfast before it was completely cold. That was some kind of a record as well.
He got up and turned on the coffeepot. It was sparkling clean, and so were the mugs waiting beside it. That, too, was Elsie’s work, as was the empty space on top of his filing cabinets. There were no longer piles of folders waiting to be put away. She did it every few days, and he’d never yet found a file out of place.
But it wasn’t that. He admitted now that maybe he did need an assistant, and she filled the role to perfection. But more importantly, she was a woman who filled his heart. She could hold an intelligent conversation but still make him laugh. She’d beaten him at chess. Likely she could have beaten him far faster than she had, but she’d taken pity on him and let him play on. Her smart mind was demonstrated by the ways she’d worked with him and his brothers to ease some of the burdens from his shoulders.
Amory felt guilty that he hadn’t yet contacted anyone about her brother. Time was running out, and he needed to do that.
He scribbled a note on his desk calendar, picked up his coffee, and settled down to work, but he couldn’t concentrate. Now that he’d started thinking of Elsie, his mind flashed images to him of her neat little blond head, with her blue eyes smiling up into his face. Or her pert little breasts, the nipples hard points digging into his chest, and her lean limbs. She was only a little thing, but she was strong and healthy. She’d only gotten out of breath when he’d kissed her at length, not from the fucking.
Hell yes, the fucking. Damn, they needed to do that again soon. But all of them the next time. She hadn’t objected to having Brayden’s fingers in her ass, so he thought likely she’d accept a cock in there as well. Maybe not next time, but soon.
He went to sip his coffee again and found the mug was empty. He set it down with a grunt and noticed the note about JJ.
Damn. I’ll do it now. I’m not working right now, anyway.
He scrolled through his cell phone contacts and pressed Zebulun’s number. It rang for quite a while before the older man picked up.
“What’s the problem, Amory?”
“No problem, Dad. There’s a seventeen-year-old boy, a human, we want to bring to you so he can get out of the way of the gangs and go to school.”
“Uh-huh. Why us? Why here? He’s not
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