Page 109 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“Sit,” I commanded.
A smile pulled at his mouth but he did join me. “I’m not one of your submissives, Zeke.”
“Nope. You’re not. However, you are the Dom who introduced my sister to kink.”
He practically fell into the chair across from me. “Is this where you give me shit about it? Keep in mind, that was your idea.”
“Technically, it was Ransom’s.”
“But you went along with it.”
True. I did.
I stared at him for a moment, hoping the silence would intimidate him. I should’ve known better. Edge wasn’t intimidated easily. He had a backbone of steel, which I actually admired.
“So, how’d it go?” I held up my hand quickly. “But spare me the details. I mean overall.”
He seemed to consider his words carefully. “It …” Edge thrust a hand through his thick, black hair. “Fuck, Zeke. Why’d you have to go and do this?”
I sat up straight when I heard the torment in his voice. “What happened, Edge?”
He dropped his head in his hands and I instantly came up with worst-case scenarios, hating myself for doubting my friend. He was right. This had been my idea. I thought back on Jamie’s responses at breakfast. She had seemed so happy. Well, except for the fact that she’d obviously been waiting for Edge to call her and he hadn’t.
Leaning back in my chair, I forced myself to relax, to take deep, even breaths. “Talk to me, Edge.”
“What do you want me to say?” he snapped, his eyes lifting.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Tell me how it went.”
“I assume you’ve already talked to Jamie?”
“Not in depth, no.” That much was true. I’d only heard what I had to hear and even then I had tried to block it out.
He huffed out a breath. “Fine. You want to know?”
I tilted my chin as a confirmation.
“It was great. Your sister’s a beautiful submissive and I enjoyed her company far more than I thought I would. She was eager, attentive.” He raised his hand quickly. “And no, there was nothing sexual about the encounter. I answered her questions, listened when she wanted to talk and…”
And holy fuck, Edge had a thing for my sister. It was so fucking evident I could hardly breathe.
“You know how old she is, right?” I asked, my tone curt.
“I do,” he quipped. “She’s thirteen years younger than me. Yeah. I get it. I’m too old for her.”
“Twelve,” I corrected, not that it mattered. “She’s twenty-four.”
“Fine. She’s twelve years younger than me.”
It was obvious he hated that fact.
“She mentioned she’s going back?”
Wary blue eyes locked on my face. “She asked. I told her I’d call her.”
“And you haven’t called.”
“Fuck,” he growled before launching to his feet. “What the fuck do you want me to do Zeke?”
“What do you want to do?” I was surprised by how calm my voice was.
His head snapped around to me. “I want to call her. I want to invite her back to the club or out to dinner. Fuck. It’s all I can think about, and I know you want to punch me right now. Sadly, I can’t blame you. I want to punch me, too. But don’t worry. I know what you wanted from me and I did it. My obligation’s over.”
“Call her.” I shook my head quickly. “Wait. No. I didn’t just say that.”
Edge was staring at me, his eyes wider than I’d ever seen them. There was a glint of hope there.
“Zeke.”
“No, I know.” I sat up and stared at the hard surface of my desk before taking a deep breath and looking up at him. “It’s not my place. Jamie’s told me that a million times. And she’s right. She’s an adult. She can make her own decisions.”
Edge was still staring, but now his mouth was hanging open.
I laughed because fuck me running. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. I was giving this man permission to… Hell, I wasn’t even sure what I was giving him permission for. To talk to my sister? Have dinner with her? Chain her up and— Nope, not going there.
“Zeke? I need you to open your mouth and tell me what’s on your mind,” Edge said, his tone pleading.
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to maintain eye contact. “You like her?”
“More than I should,” he admitted and I had to admire the man. He had balls of steel. No one had ever admitted as much to me. “And not in a one-night kink club encounter sort of way, either.”
Son of a bitch.
I pushed to my feet and stepped around my desk. “Fine. Call her. Take her out. Wine her, dine her. Do whatever the fuck you feel you need to do.” I stopped when I was right up in his face. He was only a few inches shorter than me, so we were nearly eye to eye. “But you hurt her, Edge, and I will break every fucking bone in your body. Then, I’ll wait for you to get out of traction and I’ll do it again.”
