Selling Satisfaction by Ashley Beale Page B

her terrifies me, I know she wouldn't risk her child's life just to come see me. I let it slide and accept that I get to see her soon. "Tell me when and where and I'll be there. Unless it's this weekend, I have to head to Tampa this weekend."
    "Tampa!" She screeches. "I'm so jealous. I want to visit Tampa."
    "Too hot this time of year."
    "The only thing too hot is hell, and even then, the fun you'll have will make it worth it. You're being Negative Nancy."
    "You're being Overly Optimistic Ollie."
    "You're an idiot," she deadpans. Our banter only makes me miss her more. I dislike not having my sister around, the only constant thing in my life. "Well I just pulled in the driveway, so I'm going to let you go be boring. I'll call you tomorrow with the details of dates and times."
    "Sounds great, Em. Give the baby some kisses for me."
    "That's entirely too impossible, but I'll have Sebastian try."
    With a small chuckle, I say my goodbyes and hang up the phone, looking around my empty apartment. It hasn't even been close to a week since seeing Brenna last, but I want to go visit her. Her stupid rules that do nothing for me except drive me absolutely crazy is blocking any and everything from happening.
    Maybe I could figure something out. A reason to stop in and at least say hi to her. Maybe I could say that I'm out of sugar. Oh, wait, I can't do that because I already hypothetically told her I may have to do that sometime. Maybe I could say... I'm out of laundry soap.
    Shit, I don't even know how to do laundry. Mom used to come over and wash it for me, and when she passed away Emily did. I guess you could say I've been spoiled.
    My light bulb moment shines right in front of my face with that thought. I can ask her to do my laundry for me.
    Wait, that's arrogant. I can't do that.
    I can ask her to show me how. That isn't technically crossing any lines, right?
    Going into the room I gather up the small hamper I have. Probably not even a full load. Once I pull off my current attire from work today, I toss them all into the hamper sans my briefs, then I dig around to find something more comfortable to put on.
    I should say it's only by chance I put on my sweatpants, but honestly I had to rummage through three boxes to find them. I wouldn't normally purposely put sweatpants on, especially in ninety degree weather, but it is laundry day after all- at least I'm making it laundry day randomly- and well, to be honest, it makes my dick more prominent than any pair of jeans could.
    Leaving the laundry behind, in case she isn't actually home, I head for the elevators. There is no possible way I should have these feelings about the possibility of seeing her. The ride up to the sixth floor seems to go forever- and the entire time I feel like a high school girl, anticipating seeing Brenna's face.
    I'm being absolutely pathetic.
    The doors slide open and I swear the hallway looks twice as long as normal. I head down and knock on her door, waiting... and waiting... and waiting a little bit more. I knock three more times, but since I've already crossed the line of desperation, I realize that either she's not home or she's ignoring me, so I head back down the hallway, disappointed I didn't see her face after all.
    The elevator must've picked someone up because it takes a few minutes for it to come back up to the floor, and when it does, I'm not able to step forward quite yet. I'm frozen in place. At first I'm elated at seeing the long black hair framing her gorgeous face. Not to mention those bright, green eyes that are envisioned every time I've closed my eyes the past few nights. Except, the moment I actually do see her face, everything inside of me boils with so much anger and rage.

Chapter Nine
Brenna
    "You have a new client!" Kandy seems far too excited about the news. Although, I have to admit, I'm ecstatic to hear business isn't completely distinct. I've been worried about losing all my clients from her announcement last week, and even more