Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2) novel Chapter 21

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“You look stressed,” Michael says in lieu of a hello, kissing my cheek.

“Thanks?” I shake my head. “That for me?”

He nods at the coffee on the table and slides it closer to me while I take a seat across from him. “I hope you’re not stressing about the money again, sis, because—”

I shake my head. “No, nothing like that.” To be honest, I’m always worried about money, but for once, something else is occupying more of my brain space than the dwindling balance in my checking account. “Actually, I’m having some guy troubles.”

“Yeah?” Michael says, watching me curiously. I have no idea why, but I realize we’ve never discussed things like this before. “You know that happens to be my specialty, right?”

“Guys?” I ask, grinning at him.

He nods, satisfied with himself. “If it’s got a dick, I can help. Lay it on me.”

“Michael . . .” I chuckle, taking a sip of my coffee.

I haven’t seen him in a few weeks, but after arriving home from London late last night, his was the first number I called. I slide over the small magnet I got him from the hotel gift shop, and he lifts it in his palm, eyeing it curiously.

“What’s this?”

“A little souvenir. It made me think of you.” I shrug.

Michael’s lips twitch. “I love it, but you’re not going to get out of talking about this. Seriously. Tell me. What seems to be the problem?”

I take a deep breath and release it slowly, debating on where to start. Surely I can’t admit to my little brother the entire messy extent of what’s gone down between Dominic and me. Can I?

“It’s a little complicated,” I say, stalling for time and picking at the label on the paper cup.

“It always is.” He sighs.

“Guys suck sometimes.”

He nods. “That we do.” He slips the magnet into his bag and waits for me to continue.

“I just . . . I feel like everything has spiraled out of control with the guy I’ve been seeing. He’s older—only by a few years, but he has two kids.”

Michael’s eyes widen.

“I know. He’s a single dad. But that’s not the part that’s causing issues. His little girls are amazing, actually. But he . . .” I put my face in my hands. “I can’t believe I’m about to admit this to my little brother.”

“Out with it.”

I grin, somehow amused at seeing this grown-up side to him. “He wanted to keep things casual,” I say with an eyebrow wiggle, hoping Michael can read between the lines so I don’t have to admit the extent of my debauchery—and with my boss, no less.

“Ah. The good old fuck buddy who swears he doesn’t want something serious.”