The Wright One

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I can not believe I was hitting on Jasmine’s little friend yesterday. Her thick curvy body haunted my dreams last night. She had this shy demeanor. She did not seem like a girl. She may have been shy, but she stood up to me like I was dirt beneath her shoes. She is nothing like Jasmine, how the hell are they best friends. What’s worse is now I know she is off limits, but I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s like she is haunting me. Her curves were in my dreams and I woke up in a cold sweat. Dreaming of the woman that was always just out of reach. Jasmine would never forgive me if I dated her best friend. Even if they are the oddest pair I have ever met in my life.

Justin calls me through our inner department lines. I quickly answered, because if he didn’t just shoot me a text then it is probably important. “Yeah?” I can hear the urgentness in my own voice. He could just be letting me know about a quick meeting. That is pretty much the only reason why we use this line. Or if we have an emergency that has to be dealt with as quickly as possible and not whenever I take a break to check my messages.

“What the hell did you do to piss off Jass?” His voice sounds pissed. I am sure Jasmine said something about never speaking to me again. That is usually how it goes. When she is mad at one of her brothers she tells the others she isn’t speaking to the offending party. Which then leads the other brothers to attack the other brother that is now in the dog house. It is a system that Jasmine has used for the last twenty years and she isn’t going to stop now. How did she find out anyway? The girl said that she wasn’t going to tell Jasmine.

“Nothing, I was going to do what I said I was, it’s not my fault that she ran off.” Maybe it is. I started treating her like an obligation after I found out who she was. I actually started treating her like she was poison and I needed to get away from her as fast as possible. Hell before that I was treating her like a possible date. If Jasmine would have shown up five minutes later, she would have been. I am pretty sure I was on a roll. She was going to say yes.

“More like you pissed her off. I met her this morning, she seems like a nice girl.” He sounds pissed off at me on her behalf. I get it she is awesome but my brother doesn’t need to know that. I mean he just met her, he can’t decide that he likes her that much already to yell at me on her behalf. Especially since it pisses me off that he likes her.

“How did you meet her this morning?” Why does it bother me that she is meeting my brother? She is probably going to meet the whole Wright clan now that she lives here. I’m surprised that we didn’t meet her earlier. My sister isn’t going to let her best friend be on the sidelines. That is all the more reason that I need to control my feelings for her. I need to remember that it is just carnal lust and I can’t act on it. My sister would never forgive me.

“Well the thing is, we hired her.” At least now he sounds a little ashamed of himself. How could he hire her? She is just out of college and the only job that he is hiring for is his second in command. That seems like a big miscalculation on his part. How is she going to perform a job that she doesn’t know how to do? That doesn’t make any sense.

“What?” Here I am thinking she is a good honest girl and she used my sister to get a job. That is the only thing that makes logical sense. I should have known when my sister said that she was moving here for a job. No one ever moves here for a job. It is usually because they already know someone here and that is how they get their job.

“Yeah I was surprised too. But it’s a good thing.” I can hear the optimism in his voice and it makes me more irritated. Sometimes I wonder if he is even taking this seriously. I mean, I know he is, but it still pisses me off. It seems like he treats his duties here like an obligation that he will get to when he feels like it. Then there are times when it seems that work is all he does. I just don’t understand him most of the time.

“How is this a good thing?” I growl into the line. We can’t make decisions based on family friends. We have to do what is best for the business. I am just praying that she has some mundane job like the mailroom or something. It can’t be that she is actually his second in command.

“Don’t worry about it. After all, she won’t be your problem.” I can literally hear him rolling his eyes right now. There is even a hint of a growl in his voice, where he is irritated with me. I can just picture him at his desk rolling his eyes and mentally telling me off.

“I’m the CEO, how is this not my business?” My voice may have reached a higher octave than I intended it to. He has no right to be irritated with me when he is the one that made the mistake. He is the one that thought about Jasmine’s little friend more than he should have. He could really fuck us on this and he thinks he can be mad at me about it?

“Because I’m the CFO and it’s my business.” His voice definitely got louder. This is going to get heated before it gets better. I am so pissed I can’t even see straight. How could he do that?

“If this bites us in the ass, I am throwing you under the bus.” I growl. I have a full right to, this was his choice. He’s the one that fucked us.

“You are doing great on the family front. First you piss off your sister, then you insult your brother. Keep it up and even Luke won’t talk to you.” You would figure that wouldn’t be an insult, but Luke forgives everyone, if he is pissed at you that means you fucked up big time. Maybe he’s right, but I don’t think so. Luke is a businessman after all he would understand what I am saying.

I hear the line click off and I am even more pissed. I’m pissed at her and worst of all myself. Because no matter what I think of her behavior right now and how much I know she is off limits, I can’t stop thinking of kissing those plump pink lips. Hell, I am even having thoughts of pinning her to my desk and taking her right here in this office. The fact that she works here makes it an even more prominent fantasy. Maybe I am the one that is fucked up.

Shaking those thoughts I stand up and head to my brother’s office. I need to talk to him in person. I need to know why he hired someone because our sister said it was a good idea. I think he might be losing his touch. Or else he is losing his damn mind and that I can’t have. I need to be able to trust his judgments. That is why he is here in the first place.