Unwrapped: Clear Security's Holiday (Clear Security Holiday Book 2) by Ainsley St Claire

Author:Ainsley St Claire [St Claire, Ainsley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Loisir Publishing
Published: 2020-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Fiona

I stretch like a cat. Damn, I’m sore. After our outing to the lighted parade on Friday night, we chose to stay in all weekend. Usually I can’t wait to get away from men I’ve been intimate with, but with Bash, when I need time to myself, I just hide in the guest room. He gives me what I need, and I never feel smothered or overwhelmed. We even had a frank conversation about sex. Since I’ve had the depo shot and we’re both clean, we made the decision to not get more condoms.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I told him.

“It’s rare for me, and only in a committed relationship,” he responded.

“I guess that means we’re in a committed relationship?”

He looked at me carefully. “Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know. I guess as long as we’re talking, we can make this work.”

After that, the flood gates were open. Holy cow. Just a glimpse of me, and he has an erection. I have no reason whatsoever to complain, but I’m tired.

Dominic arrives early to pick me up on Monday morning. We walk into the office together, and he checks for any riffraff as he turns the lights on.

I settle in at my desk, but I don’t want to face the three hundred emails sitting unopened in my email box. My work often requires crazy internet searches and as a result, a cascade of junk email shows up. I looked up the number of keys on a piano, and suddenly I’m getting all kinds of ads to buy a piano. Yeah, that scares me. I can do an Irish jig, but that’s the extent of my music education.

I skim through the emails and hit delete repeatedly. After a few minutes, most of my remaining messages require time and attention, two things I don’t seem to have this morning. I need to get with Maureen for an update on Judge Williams’ issue at The Dungeon. But she’s not in yet, and I’m distracted.

Coffee. That will get my brain to focus. I wander into the kitchen. We’re running low on snacks. I have a feeling Trevor and Hunter ate most of the food over the weekend. Only the sugarless, cardboard-like energy bars remain untouched. I don’t blame them. They’re terrible.

The office is quiet, and it gives me time to ruminate. When I started this business, I never thought I’d be where I am today.

Trevor comes walking out of his room, bare chested and wearing shorts. I can see why the women chase him, though he’s too young for me.

“How’s it going?” I ask.

He scratches his head and looks at me through one eye. “I’m a glorified babysitter. How do you think?”

“You’re on a holiday break during your third year of law school and just barely hanging on,” I reply.

He shakes his head. “The law is nothing like law firms on television say it is.”

I laugh. “No. It absolutely isn’t. But you have one more semester to go and then you can take the bar—or there are a lot of other options for people who’ve been to law school.

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