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Reynolds empire had to be assured that the
crown prince was still hale and hearty and up to shepherding them all through
their profitable throes.
    He shouldn’t be so cavalier but he had never been a fan of
the family business. He only got involved when Michael or his father wanted an
environmental consultation, which was what he had studied at Yale. Even when
they were ostensibly consulting him, he tried to keep his distance, sensing
they were just trying to involve him for the sake of it rather than genuinely
wanting his opinion anyway.
    Andrea stood up when her call was done and looked around
distractedly.
    “Where did you learn to speak so many languages?”
    “Languages come easily to me. If I’m exposed to them for any
period of time, I tend to pick them up and don’t seem to lose them. Unlike my
bra,” she muttered. She bent down to look under the bed and gave him a fetching
view of her bare ass, and he pulled her up to lie beside him again, throwing
one leg over hers to keep her there.
    “Don’t get dressed yet. My vigor comes back pretty quickly.
Give me a minute.”
    She smiled slightly and he traced it with his forefinger on
her very soft pink lips, kissed clean. “You are interesting, Andrea.
Where are you from?”
    She stiffened, then said casually, “Why? Did someone say I
wasn’t interesting?”
    “Not at all. My brother Chris just tried to warn me off you.
Said you shot everybody down, even him.”
    She laughed. “That sounds like that particular brother of
yours, I must admit. None of the Reynolds brothers lack confidence, but I
believe Christopher got an extra dose somewhere.”
    Now that they’d had fantastic sex with him knowing who she
was, Evan felt that must count for something, confidence or no confidence. “What
are you doing working as a secretary?”
    “Earning a living.”
    “No, as a secretary, I mean. To hear Chris talk, you run
Reynolds Industries.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous.”
    “Where were you educated?”
    “Why all these questions about me, Evan?”
    “I want to get to know you.”
    “Why?”
    Good question actually. Usually he couldn’t get away from a
girl fast enough once he was done in bed with her.
    “Fine, then you get to know me.”
    “I already know everything about you. I know everything
about all of the members of the Reynolds family. It’s my business to.”
    He fought down the umbrage he always felt being considered
just one of Damien Reynolds’ sons. Michael Reynolds’ youngest brother. “My life
doesn’t revolve around Reynolds Industries. I don’t have much to do with the
rest of them.”
    “Or anyone else, to hear the others talk about you.”
    “I suppose that’s because I’m the only one of my father’s
children he didn’t get to ‘keep’ in the divorce.”
    “Yes, I know. Your mother had money of her own.”
    “It wasn’t as easy to push her around as it was his other
wives.”
    “Is that why you’re such an isolationist?”
    “I don’t know. What’s your excuse?”
    “I’d hardly compare us. You live on a one-man island and I
live in the middle of Manhattan.”
    “Sometimes it can feel the same.”
    “Yes. I suppose it can.” She wound a lock of his hair around
one finger and he kissed her palm, lightly, pushing her back to the pillows.
    “You don’t talk much during sex,” he observed.
    “Why? Do you go for that kind of thing? I don’t recall you
asking for much conversation the other night.”
    Grinning, he palmed one of her soft breasts, bringing the
nipple to attention, and she arched her back. “You’re never getting your bra
back, Miss Sassy Pants.”
    When he dipped his head to suck, she squirmed beneath him as
he skimmed one hand down her thigh to the inside, rubbing her clit before
sliding inside. “I could fuck you all day,” he murmured. “With my fingers, my
tongue…”
    She hummed, smiling. “If your penis gets involved, I’m on
board.”
    “ Penis ,” he mocked gently, looking up over her