Free Get To Me (8th Sin #1) by Holly Hood Page A

soup.
    “I’m pretty sure that soup is cold by now.” She tilts her head looking me over. “Are you okay?”
    I don’t know where to start. “Do you think it’s possible to be involved with two men at the same time without feelings getting hurt?”
    Sophie scratches at her brow. “Men are wired to think with their dicks.”
    “So you think it is?”
    “I think anything is possible. As long as they’re getting what they want when they want it, all is well.” She points a finger at me. “The first time they’re deprived of what they so desperately want, all will go to shit.”
    I can’t say that I don’t agree. “Ryker is and always will be the sweetest boy I’ve ever known. But there is something about Jackson…I just feel his passion.”
    “Oh, I’m sure you’ll feel his passion,” she says winking at me.
    I take my bowl to the sink. “So you don’t think it would be wrong to explore my options?”
    Sophie snorts. “Are you kidding me? You are twenty-one years old. That is the only thing you should be doing right now.”
    Ryker did say he wasn’t going to be angry with me. He pretty much gave his full approval. If there was ever a definition of fuck buddies, we for sure defined it the other day on the car ride home.
    “I’ll see you later,” I tell her. I have another meeting with Jackson, and I plan on making it to this one.
     
    ***
    Jackson adjusts his tie, swiveling in his chair as the men across from us talk numbers for the old department store we saw the other day. His Dad had other plans for the day, so he left the work to Jackson. So, I was doing my best to take notes. But nothing that I was hearing seemed worth writing down. It was more back and forth about products and what would bring profit for all involved.
    I yawn, covering my mouth. I look at Jackson, and he smirks. And then nudges my foot with his leather dress shoe. I nudge him back keeping my eyes on the paper. He takes the tablet and slips a pen from his inner jacket pocket. And scrawls something on the paper.
    He slides the paper across the table, and I drop my chin to my palm reading it over.
    I can think of a lot of things a whole lot more fun than this meeting.
    Like? I slide the paper back and smile at the men talking, pretending I am truly amused by what they just said.
    He slides it back. Use your imagination.
    I think it would be more fun if you just told me.
    He scoots closer, his leg pressing against me. It’s hot, and I lean closer.
    “What do you say, Mr. Luckman?” one of the men ask.
    Jackson straightens up in his chair. He clears his throat, running a hand through his hair. “I say absolutely.”
    The men stand. “Well, that was a lot easier than I imagined.”
    I’m not quite sure what just happened.
    “We’ll have our secretary draw up the papers.” They leave us sitting in the giant conference room alone.
    I look at Jackson. “Did you just buy that place for what they were asking for?”
    He drops back in his chair. “I think I just did.”
    “What are you going to do?” I drop my pen and look at him.
    He grabs the arm of my chair and pulls me closer. “I’m going to sign the papers so we can get out of here and do something fun.”
    “You need to take this more serious. I don’t think your father wants you spending more money than you should be on this property.” I push my hair behind my ear. “Maybe you should say something.”
    He shakes his head. “Look at you trying to think about the bigger picture. It’s fine. He would have paid anything they asked for it.”
    I lean closer and watch him fidget with his pen. “If it’s any consolation, I think you pulled it off. They had no idea you didn’t know what they were talking about.”
    The men come back. I sit back and let Jackson work his magic. He assures them the property is going to be in good hands and tells them about his hopes and dreams for the area. He smiles and nods and signs the paperwork. Before I know it, we’re done and