“No?” he said, surprised by my rejection.
“You heard me. I know how this goes when the company gets audited. I’ll go down as the scapegoat.”
“Kiyah, don’t be selfish. You’re the most expendable out of all of us. Plus, Burgess will get you out in 1-3 years if you’re on your best behavior.”
He said it so seriously, I almost believed him until his lips twitched.
I flipped him off and told him to go fuck himself.
“I’ll put money on your books, and we can have conjugal visits.”
“Conjugal visits are not allowed in federal prison.”
“Good to know.”
“Am I allowed to go on the trip?”
“Are you on payroll?”
“I am the event coordinator. Sorry, I can’t give you references. My last boss was a freaking psycho.”
Grant massaged his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
“Don’t remind me. I don’t want my mood ruined. Get moving, Ki.”
“Do you need assistance with your tie?” I asked in a way that implied we might use his tie for extracurricular activities.
His heated gaze slammed into me, and I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes, stripping off the oversized T-shirt that belonged to him. Eventually, the logical side of him won out.
He cleared his throat and finished knotting his tie.
“Please get dressed, Ki.”
“You’re the boss,” I proclaimed, leaving the kitchen. It wasn’t until I was climbing the stairs that I said, “But I do expect you to bend me over the desk in your office.”
“Kiyah,” he said sternly.
“Don’t be boring, Granny,” I taunted.
“I’ll show you boring,” I heard him mutter from downstairs.
Do your worst, Grant.
Chapter Forty-Five
Kiyah
“I hope you don’t mind me saying, but….”
“Spit it out, Kieran,” I mumbled, responding to an inquiry email for representation.
“Your face… it’s…. ”
I glared at my youngest sibling as he tiptoed around calling me something moderately offensive like “unfortunate-looking.”
“Currently, you have the face of a back office employee. You shouldn’t be client-facing today.”
“Go to hell,” I mumbled, trying not to laugh.