Page 116 of Protecting Love

She pulled her sister into her office. “I hope so. Part of me feels like an idiot for acting the way I had, and the other like a fool for falling for her words.”

“You don’t know any of it. Nothing. Let’s just put it from your mind until you know more.”

“If he would just get his butt here.” She crossed her arms and nodded her head.

“I like you feisty like this. It’s normally me who acts that way.”

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me,” she said.

“It’s not a bad thing,” London argued. “I’ll take your mind off of it. I like Jaylen a lot.”

“Me too. She’s on top of it. You only have to give her something once and she’s right on it. It’s saved me a lot of research.”

London was nodding her head rapidly. “Agreed. Here is the thing, at some point, maybe we both need someone to do work directly for us.”

“We hired two people.”

“Ryan is too green.”

“I know. But he’s doing a good job going over everything at MHT. And it seems to me it’s connected.”

“Has he found anything you missed?” London asked.

“Not that he’s said. I’m thinking I might not have missed much other than a file that we know nothing about.”

“If you call Debra maybe you can get that information,” London pointed out.

“I was told to stand down.”

London laughed. “You should see your face as you said that. Did he really use those words?”

“You know he didn’t.”

“But does he use them in the bedroom? Is he robotic or just kind of a free for all?”

Paris froze. “Excuse me?”

London folded her arms, looking entirely too pleased with herself for getting that reaction. “I’m just asking. The man walks around like he’s programmed for efficiency. I need to know if that translates everywhere.”

“You don’t need to know that,” she said, frowning.

“Oh, I do. Absolutely do.”

She pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. Trying and failing.

“First of all,” she said, lowering her voice even though they were alone, “he doesn’t use phrases like ‘stand down’ in the bedroom.”

“That’s a shame,” London said, her head shaking.

“And second,” she continued, refusing to be baited, “he is not robotic.”

London gasped dramatically and did a little shoulder wiggle. “So he’s a free-for-all. I’m all for that myself.”

Her cheeks heated. “He’s more intentional,” she said primly, wondering why she was playing this game. Maybe as a much-needed distraction.

“Ooooh.” London’s eyebrows lifted and lowered. “Intentional is good. So is Spencer.”

She pointed at her sister. “Stop. I don’t ask you these things about Spencer.”