"What?"
"It's interesting, that's all."
"It's interesting, that's all," I mocked, resorting to juvenile banter. Fucking hell. His answering smirk confirmed something he'd already figured out. Changing the subject, I quickly asked a safer topic, "Did you hear Immy playing?"
"I did. It was nice to hear those sounds again. This place has been way too quiet."
"It has… maybe we should see about getting her involved in some teenager things. Do you think she's lonely? She only has the guards and us. Why haven't I ever thought of this before?"
"Don't beat yourself up, Mas. You're doing what you can to be better for her, and you are. Immy was withdrawn the past six months, and I doubt she'd have gone if you'd offered before now. So drop the guilt. I carry enough for both of us. It's something to consider, and we should ask Mrs. Carter. Which brings us back to the subject you were avoiding." He smirked.
Shaking my head, I ignored him as I went back to my computer, but I couldn't deny a certain brunette wasn't on my mind. The hard cock in my pants wouldn't let me either. Shit. I needed to get laid if the thought of fingering someone was enough to make me rock hard. Especially someone who had just become off-limits. I wouldn't risk Immy's treatment for getting my dick wet.
Adjusting myself, I focused back on the money and made some notes to look more into. One thing was always accurate in business. Follow the money.