"Good idea," I said slowly. "Do you want her work for us so we can fuck her when we want to?"
I deleted a couple of spam emails from our inbox. Then a couple more. Did they really think we'd believe a billionaire wanted to send us money for no reason? Neither of us was born yesterday.
"That too, but not just that," he said easily. "I'm pretty sure she needs the money and she can do this sitting down. Or lying down if she has to."
"Now I want to see if she can answer emails while I fuck her from behind," I said.
"I want to see that too," he agreed. "Her and you. We could see who can answer more emails while I fuck you."
"I'd like to see how many invoices you can record while I fuck you," I said. This conversation was becoming very distracting.
"None. You fuck too well for me to focus on invoices." He adjusted the front of his jeans.
"I think that's the right answer." I adjusted my own, dark grey, track pants. "We should definitely ask her. We'll have to train her."
"Absolutely," he agreed. "She's a smart girl. She'll figure out exactly what we want pretty quickly."
"Not too quickly," I said. "Otherwise she won't need us around for too long, giving her pointers."
"I'll give her a pointer all right."
"I can't wait to see that." We'd taken it slow so far, but I wanted to go further, and soon. I'd never been known for my patience, and this was becoming painful. I had to bring the conversation back down to earth for now though.
I propped my elbows on the table and rested my face on my hands. "If she comes to work for us, what does that mean?"
He glanced up, his head at an angle. "It means she takes the tedious, but necessary, administration work off our hands?" He clearly couldn't see what I was getting at.
"I mean, what are you going to do with the extra time you have if you're not doing that?" I asked. "Will you be spending more hours at the pub?" That was only a small part of what I really wanted to know.
He straightened his head. "I hadn't given it any thought. We've only been having this conversation for ten minutes."
"Okay, now I've brought it up, what do you think?" My pulse raced a little faster, an edge of anxiety creeping in where it wasn't wanted.
"I might. I don't know. I guess I'll be wherever I'm needed. Why? What are you getting at?" He seemed irritated now.
"What's going to happen to our business when you take over from your father?" I blurted out. "You can't be in two places at once."
He sat back and stared at me. "How long has this been bothering you?"
I scratched the skin under my eye. "A while. I know it's what he wants to happen. Then when he had his heart attack… If you take over from him soon, he can retire."
"Is that what you want?" Connor asked. "You think I should kick his ass out and take over from him now?" His expression was unreadable.
"It's not what I want," I said, my voice low. "Like you said, we worked hard to build this business. It's always been you and me. I don't want anything to happen to him, but he needs you."
"What do you need?" His expression softened. "If we close the business, you can, I don't know, live your own dreams. The adventure tours were my idea. I never asked if it was what you wanted."
"It is what I want," I said quickly. "I don't want to close the business." The idea made my blood boil and my chest ache. It would be like cutting off a limb. Aurora Adventure Tours was my life. It and Connor. If I was honest, Leah was quickly creeping into that same net.
"I don't either," Connor said. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "I see why you've been quiet lately. You think that at some point I have to choose."
"Don't you?" I asked. "What option would you have? Work twenty-five hours a day eight days a week?"
He barked a laugh. "You know that's not humanly possible, right?"
"Who said you were human?" I said, content to lighten the conversation. "You might be some kind of mutant."
He tipped his head back and laughed. "That's not the first time I've been accused of being a mutant, but I'm not superhuman."
