“On it,” Julian said, not even blinking at the request. “Dinner with your brothers at the ranch means I’ve scheduled your ride for five-fifteen.”

“Right.” East hadn’t returned to Bozeman but had been scarce. All three of them had, which wasn’t a surprise. We’d all decided to hang tonight before he left.

“Can I help you?”

I spun my chair around at Julian’s question. There in the open doorway was Jed Barnett. My pussy clenched at the sight of him. God, he was handsome. Now that I knew what he was like—intense, demanding, surprisingly gentle—I was excited to see him.

Not that I’d let him pick up on that.

The last thing I needed was a man who thought they could walk all over me. Even one who gave me incredible orgasms.

I stood. “What are you doing here?”

The corner of his mouth tipped up as his gaze raked over me. I wore a dress, as usual, this time in a forest green. He couldn’t see the matching heels behind the desk.

“I’m your nine o’clock,” Jed said. That deep rasp made my nipples harden.

Come. I remembered how that one word he’d murmured in my ear sounded. I didn’t like to be bossed around but found it hot when he did it.

I looked to my assistant who looked a little surprised Jed had snuck up on him. No one got past his desk… usually. I was coming to understand that Jed Barnett was different.

He looked relaxed in that casual way that screamed he had no fucks to give. That it didn’t matter that Julian was my gatekeeper. He was coming in anyway.

Jed’s boots were polished, but his jeans were worn, which only meant they molded to his thick thighs and butt… and package that much better. His shirt today was red plaid with the sleeves rolled up.

After I took a blatant few seconds just to ogle him, I realized he was the first appointment Julian had mentioned.

“You had a meeting with my father,” I said, tipping my chin up.

“I did.”

Two words that changed everything. No one had a meeting with Macon Wainright for fun. It had been all business, all the time.

Which meant his laser focus at the wake had been intentional. A plan of his that had me bent over my father’s desk.

The plan had worked, too.

“Thanks, Julian,” I said, dismissing him but not looking away from Jed.

Julian gave Jed a bland look before shutting the door behind him.

I stood, refusing to look anything but powerful. I’d learned one didn’t sit when others were standing. “You’re an asshole.”

All he did was quirk a brow as I came around the desk.

“What was my dad’s plan?” I asked.

“To die so I’d come onto you at his wake?” he asked, making me sound ridiculous.