Ignoring her, Lexie followed her sister into the hall. A little while later, they’d stopped at Kade’s to pick up his dirty laundry. As she’d requested, Kendall waited in the cab, bitching about being left behind. They headed to the cleaner’s, where Lexie handed in his clothing, giving specific instructions about his shirts and pressed pants, despite the fact that the same store cleaned his clothing every week. He required the instructions be said out loud each time, so she followed his directions exactly.
Finally, they returned to his apartment, Kade’s cleaning spread out on Lexie’s lap. She climbed out of the cab. “Be right back. Please wait again,” Lexie said.
She’d warned the driver ahead of time there would be a lot of errands and waiting. Kade didn’t mind the bill. Lexie climbed out of the car, lifting the cleaning higher so it didn’t drag on the ground.
As she approached the doorman, her sister ran up beside her. “Get back in the car,” Lexie said, annoyed.
“Oh, come on. I just want to see where your rich boyfriend lives,” Kendall said, too loud for Lexie’s liking.
She turned to face her twin. “There’s no reason for you to come up with me. I’ll be right back.”
Kendall pursed her lips in a pout. “Come on, please? Time’s wasting and the meter’s running. Let’s just go. Please?”
Lexie groaned. “Fine. Just stick close,” she muttered, glad Kade wasn’t home. The first time she introduced him to her sister, Lexie wanted time to prepare herself for any eventuality.
Lexie disarmed the alarm and let them inside.
“Oh, wow,” Kendall said, her mouth opening wide as she took in the large apartment. “Talk about a big screen!” she said, heading straight for the den area. “I love this cinema-like sofa!” Without asking, she threw herself into one of the seats and hit the electronic button that moved her seat back.
“Kendall, get up!” Lexie said, beyond annoyed. “You’re wearing dark jeans. New dark jeans. They could rub off on the white leather. Don’t go near anything else.”
The electronic whir of the seat followed. “Man, you’re uptight. Is he that much of a stick in the mud?” Kendall asked.
“No. You just weren’t invited here.” Lexie shot her sister a glare. “I’ll get the clothes put away, and we can be on our way.”
Lexie took the clothes into the bedroom and stepped into Kade’s walk-in closet. She pulled the plastic off his shirts and hung them up, taking care to leave the same amount of space between each and to line them up by color. She did the same with his slacks. There weren’t too many because he was a casual guy and Helen did his everyday laundry. Still, he’d had meetings, so he’d used his dress clothes a few times this week.
“This bedroom is gorgeous!” Kendall’s voice carried. “I bet this bed is ultra-comfortable too.”
“Just don’t test it out,” she called back of the extremely cozy bed that was nice and large, with ample room for her to spread out and part her legs so Kade could fit his broad body in between when he licked her pussy and brought her to the most explosive orgasms.
She shivered at the reminder, her nipples perking up. Nope, not this afternoon, she thought. No sex until tonight. She grinned and gathered the plastic to throw it in the garbage before she left.
She found her twin waiting in the hallway near the front door. Apparently Lexie’s chiding had accomplished something, and Kendall had behaved better while she did her job. She tossed the garbage in the pail hidden behind a wood door in the kitchen.
“Ready for lunch?” Lexie said.
“Actually I’m not feeling well. I have a headache,” Kendall said, shifting from foot to foot, suddenly antsy.
“I’m sorry. But I’m sure food will help your head. We’ll just go get lunch and—”
“No. I want to go home and lie down,” Kendall insisted, grabbing Lexie’s arm and leading her toward the elevator. “I don’t want it to turn into a migraine.”
Lexie glanced at her sister, concerned by her sudden change in behavior.
“If your head hurts that badly, of course we’ll go home.” Even if she wasn’t convinced that Kendall had a headache after
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Chapter Ten
Kade headed for lunch at an exclusive Italian restaurant in Midtown Manhattan with one of Blink’s key investors, Ian Dare. Normally Kade would enjoy meeting up with Ian, an old college buddy, but Ian had made it clear today’s meeting was about business. Ian had flown in from Miami on his private jet, specifically to discuss something about Blink going public and Ian’s financial contribution to the IPO, the Initial Public Offering.
Kade’s stomach clenched, and acid burned in his gut, but he pasted a big smile on his face and joined Ian, who was already waiting at a table in the back of the small restaurant. As usual, Ian wore a suit, and expecting that, Kade had dressed up himself, choosing a pair of black slacks and a white button-down shirt.
“Ian, good to see you,” Kade said, shaking hands with his old friend.
“Same.” Ian pumped his hand and the two men sat down.