Resisting Destiny: Sullivan Brother's Book 3 - Cayson's Story (Resisting Love - Sullivan Brothers) by Chanta Rand Read Free Book Online

JADE had interns to do it now. However, that did him no good when at least half of them were out sick with the Flu. The fools were too young and afraid not to show up for work. So, one of them had come in sick and spread it to all of the others.  He needed all hands on deck for his new case, and today, he’d had no choice but to call on the one person he should not be sharing close quarters with.
    “ You wanted to see me, Mr. Sullivan?”
    Destiny hovered in his doorway, looking like a lamb brought to the slaughter. The last time she was in this office, he treated her like a second-class citizen. He was an ass. He made no apologies for it. But it was for their own protection.
    Liar. It’s for your protection. So your balls won’t swell up every time you see her.
    “Half of the staff is out sick, so you get to help me with a very important case.”
    Relief washed over her face. What had she thought he’d summoned her for? To fire her? He didn’t have the authority to do that even if he wanted to–which he didn’t. “Tell me what to do.”
    He liked her resilience. She made no mention of her previous visit or his behavior.  She got right down to business.  “Sit.” He started rattling off instructions before she could get comfortable in a nearby chair.
    He watched as she took notes.  Everything about her appearance had changed except for those fingernails.  She still kept them an indecent length. He wondered how those claws would feel raking across his back. He shook his head, smothering the thought deep in his subconscious.  After twenty minutes, he had to ask, “How do you get anything done with those nails?”
    She briefly inspected the tips. “I do mostly filing, sorting, and light typing.”
    “ If anyone is going to take you serious, you’ll have to cut them.”
    Defiance flashed in her eyes. “I’m qualified to do this job, Mr. Sullivan. I haven’t received any complaints.”
    He smirked. “Not yet.”
    When she stood, he thought she was leaving, but she closed the door and approached his desk, invading his personal space.  She surprised him by getting in his face, so close he could feel her breath on his cheek as she leaned over him.  “What’s your problem, Cayson? Are you trying to piss me off because my friend rejected you?”
    His heartbeat quickened , and it had nothing to do with her nearness. The hollow of her throat looked tempting enough to touch. “What are you talking about?”
    “ La’Treece told me how you made a move on her. But she put a stop to it.” Destiny’s eyes narrowed in accusation.  “What happened? Your ego couldn’t handle it? You’ve got every luxury in life, but that’s not enough. You had to have La’Treece too.” She spat the last sentence as though she was disgusted with him.
    “ She’s a liar.”
    She scowled.  “ I don’t believe you.”
    “I don’t expect you to. But all I can tell you is the truth. She came into my room a few nights ago and slipped into my bed. I kicked her out.”
    “ I’ve known her most of my life. Why would she lie to me?”
    “ She’s jealous.”
    “ Of what?”
    “ Of you.”
    Destiny backed away, keeping her intense gaze on him.  “She has no reason to be.”
    Cayson stood.  “She wants what you have.”
    “I don’t have nothin’.”
    “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Destiny. You’ve got a job. You’re about to get a new apartment.” He paused, his eyes lingering on her long, mahogany legs. “You have my respect and admiration.”
    The air crackled with the same electric energy as it always did when they were alone and things threatened to get explosive.  “You admire me? You coulda fooled me.”
    She turned to walk away, but he tugged on her wrist, pulling her back to him. He cupped her fac e and stroked the smooth skin of her jaw line. He’d been aching to do that for over a week. “You’re tough. I respect toughness.”
    In the thick silence, he could swear he heard the thudding