Page 27 of Broken Brothers

“Well, if you must know, I’m working on a high-profile investment right now. We might get ten million into a company for over nine percent, and… yeah, it’ll be nice.”

Something about Edwin’s eyes lit up when I spoke, and it made me feel uneasy. It looked like Mr. Hunt had spotted prey and was licking his chops, at least metaphorically. Before, his eyes had looked drab and dull, but now they looked far more curious. I clammed up, fearful that any other detail might somehow reveal what I was working on. I wasn’t going to give him anything else.

“Well, good for you, boy,” Mr. Hunt said. Somehow, it didn’t sound condescending at all. He pulled out his phone and saw he had a message, chuckled, and put it back. “Looks like John is back in his office. Listen, before I go, I’d like to offer you a position with my firm.”

Did Morgan tell him nothing?

No, I’ll bet Morgan told him exactly what I’m going to need to tell him. But Mr. Hunt never takes no from an answer, not even from his own family. Well, this is going to suck.

“I can make you a financial analyst with the snap of my fingers or the utterance of your name, Chance,” Mr. Hunt said. I realized part of my discomfort with this whole encounter was that Mr. Hunt had never spoken to me like this, or at least not in some time—it began to make me think I was being used somehow.Probably not a bad assumption.“I know they aren’t paying you here. My wife, bless her heart, is happy to help pay for your needs right now, but my firm will give you everything you need for your lifestyle.”

I had to bite down so hard. It was quite literally on the tip of my tongue.

“I appreciate it, Mr. Hunt, but I want to make my own name for myself here,” I said. “I—”

“Very well, then,” Edwin said with a chuckle. “Just remember, Chance, no one ever succeeded in business by kissing the ass of someone else. You won’t make a name for yourself whenever your name is different than the one on the wall.”

The irony, I felt, of what Mr. Hunt had just said was that it was even worse for those who shared the name with the company—they would be evaluated in a much harsher light compared to the founder. Morgan could be just as good as his dad, and everyone would criticize him. He had to be much, much better than his father—and if he did that, it would only set up his own son or daughter for grief and failure.

“Just remember that!” Mr. Hunt said as he disappeared from view.

With a sigh, I turned around.

Now a second near-heart attack came as Layla appeared.

“The hell are you doing here?” I said. “You haven’t said anything in days!”

“Being the daughter of a CEO makes me a busy woman, I figured you would know that.”

I shrugged. That was true. I knew that intellectually. But goddamnit, Layla made me dumb. Whenever I thought of her, my mind divided its age by half and acted at that level.

“I’m sorry, I actually overheard a lot of what you said. You aren’t getting paid here?”

Oh, fuck me. Oh, shit shit shit shit shit.

FUCK!

Why would the daughter of a CEO ever want to spend time with an intern? Why would someone as hot as Layla ever want to fuck me? Why would she ever want to be near me, to feel me, to share time with me, to…

“Long story,” I said, trying not to show my inner rage at myself. “But… well, basically, the Hunts wanted me to come here since John is a good friend. I’m being taken… I’m taking care of myself, I don’t worry about that.”

I could see the look in her eyes. It was one of a little bit of inquiring, but it wasn’t as harsh or judgmental as I had feared. She seemed more… evaluative, and not in the harsh, cruel way I had expected from her line of questioning.

“I know you take care of yourself,” she said with a smile. “I’ve felt you. I know what it’s like.”

And just like that, I’m hard and ready to go.

“Oh yeah?” I said, smirking. “How is it like?”

She began to blush. I could see where this was going. Call me bold, but I didn’t want to waste another second preventing something that I needed to have happen. I had waited too long for this to happen.

“Save your answer,” I said. “Come with me to my office. Walk casually.”

She knew what was about to happen. I could see it. And she liked it.

She moved as casually as she could, while I had to adjust myself to make sure my pants didn’t make it obvious what I was about to do. I hurried and kept my hands in my pocket so my dick would not spring forward. I let Layla in the door, shut it, and locked it. Then, just to be safe, I pushed my chair against the door.

Then, without a word, I grabbed her, pressed her against the far wall, and kissed her ravenously. Oh, how I had waited for a moment like this. How I had fucking waited for a moment like this.