“Oh, there’s already—”

“I want one from the cart in the lobby.” I contemplate sending her outside of the building, but I suppose I’ll spare her from being sent into the bitter cold for a coffee I don’t even want. A black coffee and two shots of espresso, thanks.” I tell her flatly.

“Um sure, okay.”

“Problem?” I ask. It is her job and I was in the mood to clarify that being hired on the basis of nepotism does require some level of grunt work given that we passed over three people all with masters degrees and one with promises of secrets from our competitors to give the job to some girl that spends more time taking selfies than managing my schedule.

“Of course not, Mr. Calloway. I’ll go fetch that for you right now. Is there…anything else I can do for you?”

I resist the urge to snort at the obvious euphemism. “Nope, just the coffee. I’ll be there in five, so I’d get a move on it.” It’s actually more like ten, but she needs to move with some urgency for fucking once. I end the call and my thoughts turn back to Gabrielle. My beautiful, sweet, kind baby sister who I haven’t stopped thinking about as more than my sister for the past six months.

Good luck on your exam, beautiful.

Gabrielle’s 18th Birthday

I frown slightly as I watch Gabrielle wobble slightly after the shot of tequila her friends make her take. We are celebrating her birthday on my friend Luke’s boat and we’d settled in the center of the lake for a moment for the girls to take some pictures. I was grateful, I’d worn my darkest wayfarers, allowing my eyes to shamelessly rake my gaze over Gabrielle’s perfect body. Her waves wild from speeding around the lake giving it a sexy tousled look like she’s fresh from sleep, or being freshly fucked. My eyes skate down her body drinking in the red bikini that covers her delicious little curves. While her friends opted for thongs and cheeky bikinis, Gabrielle’s is tasteful and covers everything while still being unbelievably sexy. Gabrielle has always been a bit on the conservative side when it comes to clothing, when all of her friends wear shit that exposes their tits and ass for attention, she always errs on the side of—well not trying to give me and our father a heart attack.

Not that it matters, with curves like hers, even in sweatpants she’s sexy.