Ruthless (The Calvettis of New York 2)

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He groans. “You didn’t schedule anything for me this morning, did you? Do I have a meeting I’m not aware of?”

Shaking my head, I answer simply, “Nope.”

“I’ll fire whoever is on the other side of that door.”

Tugging on his hand, I half-laugh. “You won’t.”

“My dick is hard as stone.” He leans back to brush a soft kiss over my lips. “I need you naked now.”

Desire pools between my legs. “Fire them.”

“Done.” He winks at me.

Dropping my hand, he swings open the door. Standing in front of us is the woman who launched herself into his arms outside Axel NY. Without a word to him, or me, she does the very same thing now.

Chapter 38

Bella

What am I supposed to do now?

Do I take my coffee and calmly sit at my desk? Do I tap Barrett on the shoulder and ask who the hell the woman in his arms is or do I stand here waiting patiently for the two of them to pry themselves apart?

I don’t have to make a decision because the blonde-haired woman clears her throat. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed your hugs. I’m going to want one every time I see you now. You know that, don’t you?”

Over my dead body.

“If memory serves, we didn’t hug when we were kids,” he says with a laugh. “I think we did fist bumps, right? That or high fives.”

They go in for a fist bump, their hands in perfect unison with each other.

I catch the shimmer bouncing off the large diamond on her left hand. It’s settled next to a plain gold band.

“You were too cool to hug me when you were a teenager.” She playfully punches him in the arm. “I’m glad you grew out of that.”

I take a step back. That catches her eye. Her gaze moves past Barrett’s shoulder to settle on my face.

“I’m Felicity.” Smoothing her palms over the skirt of her pink dress, she moves toward me. “You must work with my brother.”

Brother?

The pieces all fall into place; the big hug, the playful banter, and the color of her eyes. They match Barrett’s. So does her smi

le.

“This is Isabella.” Barrett turns to face me. “Bella. She’s my assistant.”

She studies me. “You don’t look like you’re ready to strangle him. Is he a good boss?”

Biting back a smile, I shrug. “It’s early. He hasn’t had his coffee yet.”

Peering past me to the two cups of coffee on the desk, she cocks a brow. “Palla on Fifth? Fancy schmancy, Adler. We should stop there on our way.”

Barrett looks to me before he settles his attention on his sister. “On our way where?”

Lowering her voice, she leans closer to him. “She wants to see you. I explained what happened with daddy keeping you away from us. She’s eager to see you. Can you come to her place with me now?”

Staring at his profile, I watch his bottom lip tremble. “Jesus, yes. Hell yes.”