Page 22 of Decidedly Off Limits

If I couldn’t be with Kelsey in the way that I wanted, then yeah, I thought her remaining single was a great option. “So who is this guy?”

“We met him today at the restaurant where we ate dinner. He’s a waiter there.”

I felt my eyebrows pinch together. “She’s going out with a waiter?”

“He’s not just a waiter. He’s also a fitness model.”

I sighed. Of course he was. “So when’s this date gonna happen?”

My sister snorted a laugh. “I heard what happened when you crashed Kelsey’s date with Stephen. Don’t even think for a second that you’re gonna get any info out of me on this one. Kelsey deserves to be happy, and you wrecking another of her dates isn’t going to make her happy.”

I gritted my teeth. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d heard it on her end. “Do you honestly believe that going out with a waiter will make her happy?”

“I’m not suggesting she marries him, but she can at least have some fun.” The humor in Erin’s voice had vanished, to be replaced with a tinge of irritation. Nothing I hadn’t dealt with before. “Why are you so concerned about her dating life anyway?”

Fact #1 about women: never tell them the truth when your family jewels are at stake.

Yes, Erin was hoping for more nieces and nephews one day, but she had long since written me off as being the provider of them.

Which meant the family jewels were very much at risk.

“Because…Liam wanted me to keep an eye on her while he’s away.” That was both the partial truth and the safe answer.

“And did he ask you to crash her dates? Oh, who am I kidding? Of course he did.” She grunted. “You do realize it’s up to Kelsey who she goes out with, right? It has nothing to do with you or her brother.”

Said the woman who kept setting Kelsey up on dates.

“She might get hurt.”

Erin sighed. “You and Liam always were overly protective of us. But guess what? We’re big girls now and know how to take care of ourselves.”

I scowled at the phone—not that my sister could see me. “What do you know about this waiter?”

She didn’t answer and I knew I’d gotten to her. “This guy could…could…” I didn’t want to even think of what this potentially deranged man could do to Kelsey.

“Yes, this guy could end up being into Fifty-Shades-of-Grey type sex, and not only will Kelsey have fun, she’ll be a lucky girl.”

I hadn’t read the book, nor had I seen the movie, but I’d heard enough from the women (and some of the guys) in the office to know what kind of sex Erin was referring to. The image in my head of Kelsey in a black thong switched to her wearing leather and satin and handcuffed to my bed—and my cock strained against my zipper.

And now thanks to the thoughts parading through my head, my goal of quickly finishing my presentation was met by some tough competition, and it didn’t look good for the presentation.

“Tell you what,” I said. “When Liam returns home, you can tell him why you were so eager to get his sister laid. I can guarantee he won’t be impressed.”

She snorted. “It’s not like Liam’s gonna do anything to me.”

She had a good point.

It was my ass that would be whipped.

And not in the Fifty-Shades-of-Grey sense.

10

Kelsey

My doorbell rang, signaling the commencement of Operation Let’s Make Kelsey More Sexually Confident. It had been Holly’s idea when we were at the restaurant. At the time it had sounded like a great idea.

Now? I wasn’t so sure.