After we had both come down from our mutual highs we'd just stared a each other. Neither of us knew what to say to one another. That wasn't something best friends do. Best friends don't call each other up at three in the morning and touch themselves together. They don't moan each other's names or call them baby while they come. This whole friends to lovers thing has put a serious monkey wrench in our relationship.

All of that is the reason we haven't talked since then. Granted, it's only been three days since the phone sex incident, but still. Three weeks with only a booty call between us; literally. It was awkward. I don't know what to say to Amelia anymore considering my thoughts vacillate between wanting to tell her about my days to wanting to crawl in between her legs. I don't know what she wants from me anymore and, if I'm honest, I don't know what I want from her either.

She hasn't texted me nor I her. I imagine it's because of the cringeworthy way we'd ended our call that evening. I'd had a thick load of cum all over my abdomen and chest, while she'd had a post orgasmic grin when I'd said, "Well, thanks for the chat.". She'd said goodnight and hung up directly after. I may have sounded like an asshole but she was the one who called me horny after ignoring me for over two weeks.

Even now that I'm here in Boston, I still haven't called her.

We arrived last night on Luke's private jet. We're staying at a hotel in Copley Square, close to where Rhoen's subgroup is located, which is where our meeting is taking place. Apparently, some of the numbers and projections we'd ran for them weren't quite right. Rhoen seemed less than pleased that not even his main business nor ours had picked up the miscalculation.

"You ready for this?" Luke asks as he fixes his suit. "I hate having to back our findings but our guy says they can't be wrong." He lets out a sigh, combing his fingers through his hair in irritation. Mr Warner isn't a man who likes to be second guessed and he sure as hell isn't a man who likes to be wrong. If this guy had truly messed up the numbers, possibly costing us this contract, he'd lose his job for sure.

"Yes, I'm ready sir. I made sure Veronica sent everything in to their office before our arrival." He gives me a sharp nod as he watches the numbers of the elevator climb. "Any idea who went over the projections?" I ask curiously.

"Their subgroup's got someone new in finance. That's all I know." Whoever this new person is, I'd bet money they are wrong. The elevator dings and opens before we make our way out. We walk down a large glass corridor until we reach the door that says Edison Industries at top.

The moment we enter we're greeted by an older woman named Betty. She walks us toward a conference room in the back where I see Rhoen standing with another gentlemen. They're in casual conversation as Luke says under his breath, "that's Cole Edison, CEO of Edison Industries, Rhoen's brother-in-law. He runs the Boston side of things and just recently took charge of the company a few years ago, after his father passed away."

Rhoen's brother-in-law. I feel the irritation build under my skin automatically. I wonder if he knows his sister's husband has been trying to fuck a girl ten years younger than him. The bile builds up in my throat with each and every step we take closer to the two of them. Keep it together. I have to remind myself several times that I'm here for work. I cannot lose my shit, no matter how badly I want to.

"Mr Warner, it's been a while." The man, Cole, holds out his hand to shake Luke's.

I glance over to Rhoen and give him a fake smile, doing much the same as Mr Edison had with Luke. The moment our hands connect I have to try not to squeeze it a little harder than usual. I have to hide my dissatisfaction. The smirk on Rhoen's face makes it that much harder to do so though.

After my introduction to Mr Edison, Rhoen says, "shall we proceed? I've heard Cole here has hired someone new in the finance department. We're ready to share her findings with you."

"Indeed, I have." He opens the door to the conference room and gestures for us all to take a seat. "She's quite remarkable really." The subtle twitch of a smile that tugs at his lips makes me wonder about the nature of their relationship.

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After about an hour we've been proved wrong. I could tell that it irritated Mr Warner immensely and, as I'd thought previously, whoever was responsible for the mistake was going to be let go. We've finally managed to come to an agreement, apparently this finance whiz had already came up with what we needed to do to be where we needed to be.

As Luke looks over the paperwork, seemingly in awe, he says, "can we meet her? I'd love to meet the person who managed to catch an oversight on our part."

"Yes, Cole, I'd love to meet her too." Rhoen added, apparently he hadn't met her either.

"Absolutely." Cole leans forward to the phone, dialing a few numbers. After a moment the woman outside, Betty, answers and he asks, "Betty, can you please send Ms Lemieux in?"

The moment that name falls out of his mouth both Rhoen and I look at one another. Ms Lemieux. As in Amelia Lemieux? There's no possible way it's her. Rhoen looks like he's thinking the exact same thing.

When the door opens both of our gazes go automatically to it. None other than Amelia, my Amelia, walks through the conference room door. She's in a tight black pencil skirt with a white blouse tucked inside. Her hair is half up and half down with a few loose strands hanging in her face. She looks so good it makes a rush of blood go to areas that it should never go to during a business meeting.

The minute she looks up she's frozen solid, looking from face to face. Cole doesn't miss a beat before trying to introduce her. "Gentlemen this is—"

"Amelia?" Rhoen lets out before anyone else.

"Hello, Rhoen. Uhm, I mean, Mr. Rearick." She manages to stutter out. She turns to Luke, "Hello, Mr Warner," then to me, "Mr Anderson." Her eyes hold mine and the room seems to fall away from us. All I'm seeing is the faces she was making the last time we'd spoken on the phone. Her talking about my mouth on the place in between her legs.

"Amelia?" I hear Cole say again, breaking our stare.

"Yes, sir?"

"I was going to introduce you to everyone but it seems as if you're familiar with everyone here already." His brow is scrunched together as he looks over her. "Care to share your findings and how you know the rest of the group?"

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Amelia had gone through how she knew all of us, much to the amusement of her boss. Her boss that I could tell was already enamored by her. Amelia's laugh, smile, and intelligence did that to people. She'd hidden it from most of the world before, never me though. Rhoen had sat there watching them, much like I had, seeing Cole's admiration for her.

I think the only person who wasn't swayed by Amelia in that way was Luke. The minute she'd walked through the door he'd had an amused look plastered on his face. I watched as he gazed between the three of us and then back to Amelia. If he didn't know Rhoen had a thing for Amelia before, he definitely knew now. He was observant like that, which also made me wonder if he knew about Rhoen's failing marriage.

One thing that concerned me about Amelia was how often her hand kept disappearing beneath the table. I had no idea what she was doing but a strained look would overtake her features every time she did it. Something was certainly wrong and I knew it, even if the others didn't.

"You'll all have to excuse me," Amelia said, standing up abruptly, causing everyone'a attention to go to her.

"Amelia?" Cole looked up at her with a furrow in his brow. "Is everything, alright?"

"Just fine." She gives a tight-lipped smile to him that has my concern growing tenfold. "I just, uh, I have to get back to the Belvedere project. Keith is waiting for the numbers."

"That's an important project." Rhoen nods in agreement. "Don't let us keep you, Ms Lemieux. I'll be over to your department later to check on the development." The warm smile he gives her aggravates me.

Check on the development, my ass.

"Nice to see you again." Luke adds, making her give him another fake smile and then her eyes find mine. The moment they land on me I can see there's something very wrong. If I'm not mistaken, there's a sheen of moisture over her eyes.

"Hope you enjoy the rest of your time in Boston." She says in a final fake performance before heading out the door.

I stand up automatically, "you'll have to excuse me. I, uhm, need to use the restroom." Rhoen looks at me as if I'm full of shit but I don't care. Cole, on the other hand, tells me exactly where it is. No more than a second later am I out the door.

I look down the hallway and see Amelia slumped against the wall. I move my feet as fast as I can to get to her. Once I'm in front of her I see the mask of absolute pain all over her face. Her hand is wrapped around her abdomen as she blows out a deep breath.

"Jesus, Amelia, what's wrong?" Her eyes are squeezed shut but then she opens them as she clenches her teeth together.

"I don't know." She breathes in and out a few more times before saying, "I don't know, Jamie."

"Okay, come on. Let's get you home." I wrap my arm around her but then she lets out a sharp shriek of pain. Her gaze drops down, making mine do the same. As I do I see two trails of blood flowing down her beautiful legs.