Cohen

Matt’s Third Assistant, Beckham, is in charge of going over all of my duties with me. I didn’t know people had more than one assistant, which illustrates the difference between being rich and being rich.

“Matt said he gave you a broad overview of everything.”

Beckham doesn’t phrase it as a question, but I answer her anyway. “Yes.”

“Sully is Miles’ assistant, but he can’t be here today. We went over everything last night, so we won’t have to wait to meet with him.”

“Last night?”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“Oh. Cool. I guess.”

“It’s very cool, but we can talk about my personal life some other time.”

“Gotcha. You’re a busy woman.”

“I am. Beyond busy. I’m sorry if I’m being abrupt, but things are always crazy around here. Basically, we’re looking for you to free things up for us, so we can actually assist them.”

“Matt mentioned invites and sponsorships, but also said he wants me seeking things out for him and Miles as well.”

“Yes. You’ll receive everything coming in. It’ll be up to you to look into every person or organization, check to see if the guys are available, and send out responses. I’d suggest checking the master calendar first, because it’ll save you time if they’ve got something else going on.”

“Everything’s on there?”

“Yes. There’s also blocked out time that can’t be touched. Matt and Miles put Reina and Alex and their kids above all else.”

“Got it. Do I send my recommendations to you?”

“No. Matt said he trusts you to choose for him. Just input everything, and send a weekly email to all of us.”

Whoa. I wasn’t expecting to have full control over the social activities of two of the most powerful men on the planet. It’s a lot of responsibility. I know I’m up for it, but I didn’t think they’d know it until I spent a few months proving myself.

“Okay.”

Beckham smiles at me. “They don’t trust a lot of people, but you’ve made a good impression.”

“I guess.”

“You were right when you said I’m busy, but please don’t hesitate to contact me—or Sully—if you get stuck.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she says, standing. “Your HR paperwork is on your tablet, along with information about your physical.”

“Physical?”

“We have an in-house medical team, and Matt likes to know everyone is healthy. If you’re not, he has a team that will help you get there. It’s very important to him.”

“Okay. I know I’m healthy, but I’ll do whatever he wants.”

“Don’t tell him that,” she says with a laugh. “He’s a great boss, but he’d have you do something stupid just to mess with you. Not in a mean way—he’s not like that—but he does like to have his fun.”

“I get what you’re saying.”

I really do. Matt is cool, and I have no doubt he’d be into some practical jokes with his best friends, who all work here too. I’m looking forward to having some fun of my own once I get a little more comfortable here. I already know a bunch of people, but I don’t know my co-workers. I’ll feel them out, and then the fun will begin.

The HR paperwork is straightforward, and I’m done with it pretty quickly. I’m still a little in awe of everything we get here, but I’m not complaining. After stopping in to have a snack with Shane in the daycare center, I make my way down to the medical ward.

A nurse meets me at the elevator and walks me to an exam room. Handing me a tablet, she asks me to enter my medical history onto it, and answer the questions as honestly as possible.

“Thanks,” I tell her, hopping onto the exam table.

The gown she hands me is a step up from one I’d get from a public doctor’s office, but it’s still going to test the limits of my modesty. Good thing I don’t have a problem with that. Getting naked isn’t a big deal.

“The doctor will be with you shortly.”

“I know Kenny.”

“So I’ve been told. It will actually be our new doctor giving you your physical. After, I’ll show you to Waverly’s office. She’d like to have a word with you.”

New doctor? I didn’t know they had more than one here. It really doesn’t matter since I know I’m healthy.

“Great.”

She leaves me alone and I scroll through my phone for a few minutes after changing. I look up when the door opens, expecting someone as formal as Kenny to walk in. I can’t help smiling when I see Bianca’s mom is the one entering the room.

She startles back for a moment, but recovers quickly. “Of course, my first patient here has to be you.”

“Don’t sound so excited to see me.”

She ignores my smirk, holding out her hand for the tablet. “I’m not.”

“Before you look me over, I think you should tell me your name. I mean, that’s usually how it works, isn’t it? You know each other’s names before getting naked.”

“You can just call me Dr. Morris,” she tells me, ignoring my innuendo.

Damn. That shouldn’t be hot, but with her, it is. She’s so fucking uptight with me, but so loving and fierce with her kid. I know if I had the chance to unleash her passion, we’d probably both go up in flames. Bad idea. Bad idea. I know it, but it doesn’t stop me from pushing her a little.

“Kinky.”

She starts to run her hand through her hair, remembering too late it’s up into a loose bun. Several black strands pull loose, causing my dick to push against the thin gown. Because, holy hell, she looks so good when she’s a little undone. With a growl, she places the tablet on the counter next to her, and fixes her hair.

“I’d appreciate it if we could be professional in here.”

I’d keep playing along and pushing her, but I can tell she means it. “Sure.”

She nods and proceeds to ask me about every answer I’ve given. She has me cough, which means she knows I’m hard for her. Not sorry, but I do wish she’d given me just a little tug. She’s too professional for that, but a guy and his cock can hope.

After she’s done with the exam, the nurse comes back in and draws my blood, using some device I’ve never seen before. I’m weighed and measured using another device. Once the nurse leaves, hot mom turns back to me.

“Everything looks good so far. You’ll need to set up a full-body scan before you leave. Just stop at the main desk. One of the nurses will call you with the results of your blood tests.”

“You’re not doing the full-body scan? I enjoyed the full-body exploration.”

“No. As for this exam, did you feel I was in any way appropriate? Ken informed me they don’t require nurses in the room her unless a patient requests it as everyone trusts him. I should have asked you if you were comfortable.”

There I go again, being an ass. She did nothing wrong, except give me a few more fantasies to jerk off to later. That’s on me, and not her.

“You were perfectly professional.”

She nods. “They’re waiting for you at the desk once you get dressed.”

I can tell I’m being dismissed, but I’m not ready for that yet. “Have dinner with me.”

“Even though that didn’t sound like an invite, no.”

“I can’t get even a ‘maybe.’”

“Nope. I don’t have a babysitter.”

Oh. Neither do I, but I know there’s concierge for that. “Tell me when.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m not a sure thing on the first date, Cohen.”

“I can take a woman to dinner without expecting sex,” I tell her, getting a little angry.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sure you’re a great date, but I think we’re in different places, and I prefer not to spend time on something that won’t work out.”

Well, damn. I’m usually not put in my place by women I’m interested in dating. Mostly because I don’t “date,” but still.

“You never know until you try, but I’m not going to beg you for a date. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

Her eyes flash for a second, but it’s gone before I can even comment on it. “No. Begging isn’t necessary—or expected.”

Interesting. She turns her back while I get dressed and walks me to the main desk to set up my appointment. I think about what she said. It may not be necessary, but I think she might like it if I begged. Under the right circumstances, of course. Naked circumstances.

“Then it’s not a no?” I ask again, once we’re almost to the lobby.

“It’s a no. Have a great day, Cohen.”

“Quincy, I’ve sent the reports you asked for to your tablet,” the nurse at the desk says.

I can’t help but smirk. “You have a great day too, Quincy.”

She flinches a little and I almost miss the smile on her face when she shakes her head. Oh yeah, I’m wearing her down. I don’t know why it matters so much, but for some reason it does.

* * *

Quincy

Ugh. Why does Cohen have to be so sexy and sweet. Sexy I could deal with, but this sweet side is too much.

“Mommy, look at me!” Bianca yells, jumping off the smallest diving board into Cohen’s waiting arms. He laughs and helps her swim to the side of the pool.

“You’re doing great!” I yell back.

Cohen’s eyes meet mine, before sliding down my body. Okay, so I didn’t need to be wearing my own bathing suit as I watch the swim lesson. I just put this one on because it feels weird to be lying by the pool in regular clothes. Yeah, fine, I didn’t need to choose a bikini, but I did. Sue me for wanting to have a man look at me the way Cohen’s looking at me now.

“She is,” he agrees, pushing up on his muscular arms and lifting himself out of the pool.

Do not pant at the sight of his abs. Do not do it! Damn, I’m doing it.

“Thanks for helping her out.”

There. I spoke without sounding breathless.

“I’m happy to help with anything you need.” The smirk is firmly in place, and yeah, alright—I may have sounded a little breathless.

“Swimming lessons are all we need.”

“You sure about that, Quince?”

“Quincy. My name is Quincy.”

“That’s so formal.”

“As am I.”

“Mommy, are we going to order pizza tonight still?” Bianca asks, reminding me she’s here with us. I didn’t exactly forget, but I did need a reminder of the reason we’re all here.

“Yep. Pizza it is.”

“Cool. Bye, Cohen!”

She grabs my hand as I laugh, watching Cohen’s mouth drop open. Yep, he just got cock-clocked by my kid. Not that there was a chance of his cock coming out to play with me tonight, but still; she totally shut it down before he even had a chance to ask again. I’m not sure if I’m happy about it, or disappointed, but it is what it is. I’m a single mother first. Always.