“Because I’m asking you to skip a run? Or that he’s requesting to talk to us in person? Or that we now have competition?”
“All of it.”
“Our attorney sent him our counteroffer. Within an hour of the email going out, his assistant called our assistant to set up this meeting. He’s interested. Now we just have to seal the deal.”
“But now there’s another buyer who’s come into play, so Clover is going to try to milk us for more. We’re not fucking bending, Gavin. That motherfucker has no idea who he’s dealing with.”
“So you’re telling me you’re coming to Chicago?”
I sighed.
Since becoming a father, Gavin had softened. At one point he’d been this unstoppable wide receiver, leading the league in yards and touchdowns, outmaneuvering every defensive back.
Now he needed me to finish off the negotiations even though the dirt I had on Clover would seal the deal.
Maybe I wouldn’t have been so fucking salty about the whole thing if I hadn’t been mentally planning on meeting Maya at our usual intersection, which should be happening in roughly six minutes.
My dick had been hard since I’d opened my eyes this morning. I’d been thinking about how badly I wanted to take her under the bridge and how I needed just one more taste.
But this time, I was going to use my mouth first, licking that delicious cunt, not just fucking it.
When I still hadn’t given him an answer, Gavin uttered, “I need you, Jordan. I wouldn’t say that unless I meant it.”
My sigh was even louder than before. “All right.”
“I’ll see you in thirty minutes,” he said, and the line went dead.
“I’ll take a scotch,” I said to the flight attendant before she even had a chance to ask what I wanted.
“Of course,” she replied and turned toward Gavin, who was sitting in the center of the plane in a recliner. “What can I get you?”
“Coffee. Black. Please.” Once the flight attendant had headed for the galley, Gavin said to me, “You do realize it’s only a little past seven in the morning? And we’re flying to an extremely important meeting?”
“It sounds like you’re judging me.”
“I am.”
“You shouldn’t. I can hold my liquor.”
“I need you sharp, Jordan.”
I was on the couch with my laptop open on the table in front of me, getting caught up on my inbox. Not even bothering to look up as I typed out a reply, I said, “I know what you need. I know what our company needs. Stop worrying. I’ll deliver like I always do.”
I appreciated the quietness, until he interrupted it with, “Did you notice the flight attendant?”
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “No.”
“Hold on a second. She’s a new hire, and you’re going to tell me you didn’t notice what she looks like?”
“That’s what I just told you—”
“I’m calling bullshit.”
I finally glanced at my brother. “Bullshit?” I peeked toward the galley. Blond, big tits. Average height. She looked similar to the last flight attendant, who’d wanted a job with more normal hours and transferred to our corporate office. That had left the flight attendant spot open on this jet, so HR had obviously replaced her. “She’s fine. Whatever.”
“‘Whatever’?” He chuckled. “You have a thing for flight attendants. I don’t believe a word you’re saying right now.”
Gavin’s eyes were the same shade of cobalt blue as the spandex Maya had worn during one of our runs.
