“Not yet, considering half the time I’m spending looking into that situation and the other half I’m spending doing his job so things don’t get delayed, pile up or missed. Though, I do feel that I’ll need to spend time in his office. There are things there I’d like to review.”

“So you’re finding something,” she guessed.

“I have so much, it’s impossible to find anything without taking weeks, something he well knows, his responsibilities something he can’t be away from for a weeks-long audit. It wouldn’t be smart, naturally. The work he does has to continue to get done. But further, Dad would never allow it.”

Nick’s hand, which was drifting up the inside of my calf, stopped.

I looked to him.

He was down the bed, on his side, head in his hand, elbow in the bed, other hand under the covers, head tipped back, eyes on me.

Listening.

Intently.

“You’re right,” Georgia informed me. “Dad wants him back in the office on Monday.”

“I need at least another week.”

“I can probably buy you a day. That being this day,” she returned. “So my suggestion, get your ass home, grab this coffee and the donuts I got you and get to David’s office.”

“I’m not working today.”

“Li—”

I looked to my lap and my words hissed through the air like a whip. “I’m not working today.”

“You’re gonna have to get over that shit,” she warned.

“I’m over it but I’m in the middle of something else,” I retorted. “That being the stunt David pulled, a stunt the simple fact he pulled it should buy me at least another week of assessing the situation. You can’t get Dad to accept that and he sends him back to his office, so be it. Not the first time such a decision has been made, the consequences of which might not be promising.”

Georgia was silent because she knew I spoke truth.

Nick’s hand started moving back up the inside of my calf.

By the time it hit my knee, I felt his touch in my pussy.

My eyes went to him.

He was no longer listening intently.

His attention was aimed at my breasts.

I looked down.

My hand with the sheet had slipped. I wasn’t exposed fully but there was a lot to see.

I shifted the sheet up.

Nick’s hand started moving much faster down the inside of my thigh.

“Are we done?” I asked my sister.

“We need to have lunch this week,” she told me.

“Pick a day just as long as it’s later in the week, text me where to be, I’ll be there.”

“Okay, Liv. And—”

Nick cupped me with his hand.

I cut my sister off. “I have something I need to do. Enjoy your Sunday.”