Free Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Carolyn Rosewood Page A

did that happen?”
    “The usual way, Emmett.”
    “You know what I mean.”
    Zach sighed and put down his pencil. He wasn’t going to be able to avoid this conversation forever. Might as well get it out in the open now, since it was clear he wasn’t going to get any work done this afternoon.
    “I’m sure you asked her. What did she tell you?”
    “That you apologized for being an ass at dinner last night and then you took a sleigh ride together.”
    He picked up his pencil again and turned his attention back to the spreadsheet. “That’s about it.”
    “Zach, what the fuck? You haven’t bagged a guest in months. Why Abigail?”
    “Why are you keeping tabs on my sex life?”
    “Why are you avoiding my question?”
    “Is she off-limits? If so, you should have said something yesterday.”
    “No, she’s not off-limits. I just want to know how you ended up seducing her.”
    “Why, did she turn you down?” It would serve the bastard right if she had. The fact they’d been holding hands might not have meant anything after all.
    “As a matter of fact, she didn’t. Where do you think we were all morning?”
    Zach frowned, scribbling on the edge of the spreadsheet while he tried to control his urge to leap across the desk and punch Emmett in the mouth.
    “But she did turn you down last night,” Zach said.
    “Okay, enough with the pissing contest. Yes, she turned me down last night. So what?”
    Zach had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning. “You brought it up, Emmett.”
    He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, but Zach was comfortable with the silence. What was there to say, after all? He wasn’t about to tell Emmett how much Abigail had been on his mind all day.
    “So, fine,” said Emmett. “We’ve both had her. Now what?”
    “What do you mean?” Zach continued his doodling. He’d have a lot to erase later.
    “I mean what do we do about it?”
    “Why do we have to do anything about it? We’ve been in this situation before.”
    “Damn it, Zach. Did you talk to her at all, or just fuck her? Do you have any idea how messed up she is about why she’s here, or how much shit her ex-husband put her through?”
    He pushed aside the spreadsheet, leaning forward on his elbows. “Both subjects did come up.”
    “She’s not like the others. She didn’t come here looking for two weeks of sex and wild fantasies come true. We have to be careful, or she’s going to get hurt.”
    “What do you suggest we do?” He agreed with Emmett, but he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of saying so.
    “As much as I hate to say this, I think we should back off for a few days and give her time and space to think.”
    Zach shrugged. “Fine by me.” He had to admit Emmett was right. Abigail needed time to figure out what she wanted, and if they were both vying for her attentions in and out of the bedroom, she might just leave. They were running a business, after all. An unhappy guest wouldn’t brag to her friends about what a great time she had, or return for another visit.
    “That was too easy. You never agree with me.”
    “Get out of here, Emmett. I’m busy.”
    Emmett rose, but turned around before he left the office. “I told her I’d have dinner with her.”
    “Doesn’t mean you have to fuck her.”
    He gave Zach a look that usually indicated he wanted to argue some more, but finally he left. Zach rose and slammed the door shut, then stood in front of the window, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Emmett had been spot-on about one thing. He hadn’t made love to a guest in months.
    It was the damn full moon and those chocolate-colored eyes of hers. He never should have asked her to join him in the sleigh. Was it possible for him to back off, even for a few days? He’d already begun to plan what he’d wear to the party tomorrow. If anyone had asked him this morning if he’d planned to attend, his answer would have been a resounding no.
    So Emmett was having dinner with