Take the Fall (Take the Fall, #1)(53)

“Didn’t mean to grab you,” I say gruffly. Normally I don’t apologize to anyone, but Piper’s different. She’s always been there for Rowan, even after I went to prison, which meant she was there for me, too.

Piper’s face flushes. “I—it’s okay. I thought I’d offended you or something. You know, with…I stumbled, and my—I hit you. And Rowan mentioned that since you and Giselle broke up that women were practically throwing themselves at you and you weren’t happy with that? So…yeah, good party.”

I can’t help but stare at her in amazement. She was actually concerned about me. Besides my sister, the only other person ever concerned about me is me. “Quit worrying about it. You don’t count,” I say, trying to put her at ease.

She glances away, her long, dark lashes fluttering wildly, like she’s trying to get something out of her eye. “I guess I don’t. I’m just your sister’s best friend and former roommate. So that makes us family. Or something.”

I have nothing to say to that, and I think the less I have to say, the less I’ll offend her.

Her tits rise and fall with a deep breath. The shirt she’s wearing is so sheer I can see the lacy camisole and bra underneath. The woman’s got curves, lots of curves. She’s soft, pretty, and feminine. Something I don’t come across too often in my world. Everyone I know is hard, their life and circumstances having made them that way.

Hell, I’m that way.

At twenty-six I’ve spent a good part of my life behind bars. Not exactly what normal people would want for their son.

“How’s business going?”

“Busy.”

“That’s good.” She nods, her small hands making fists in her skirt. “They’ve changed my schedule again at Head’s Up.”

“No more nights?”

She shakes her head and finally looks at me again. “No more anything.”

“Oh?”

“My parents cut me off, so I have to get a job that pays money.” She takes another deep breath and I start to worry about her asthma. The girl wheezes when she gets nervous, which is normally her constant state around me. “Rowan and Seth are getting married soon, so I’ll need to move out and find an apartment, too.”

I gaze into her pretty eyes, all green and gold with a touch of brown. “Want me to have a talk with them? You don’t have to move out.”

Her nose wrinkles. “I really don’t want to live with them. They’re…loud.”

I am not going to say shit about that. One, that’s my sister, and two, that’s my sister.

“Rowan said you have an opening at work and a room I can rent.”

My eyes almost fall out of my head. “Excuse me?”

“You have an opening at work,” she says slowly.

“Yeah, yeah, we need a bookkeeper, but what’s this shit about a room?” I reach into my pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes, taking one and lighting it up.

“It would only be for a little while,” she says, and I swear to God her lashes flutter at me.

“You’ll stay here at my place?”

“Oh my gosh, Jase. Thank you!” She beams at me, misunderstanding me. “I’ll tell Rowan you said yes. She said you might not, but I told her that you were the type to help out a woman in need.”

“She did? You did?” I grin at the last bit. “Yeah, I help out needy women all the time.”

Suddenly, I’m enveloped in expensive perfume, soft curves, and slender arms. “Thank you, Jase. I didn’t know how else I was going to pay for graduate school and living expenses.”

Stunned, I just sit there, not touching her as she continues to hug me. I should be enjoying this, but I’m pretty f*cking sure I not only gave her permission to live with me, but work with me as well.

“I’m really good at math, and crunching numbers,” she says as she pulls away and stands. “Rowan says your books are a mess, but by the time I’m through, you’ll be set.”

It feels as though a truck has hit me: a truck with a pair of nice tits and long legs. “Hold up. So you’re going to work for Emmett and me as our bookkeeper?” I need to tell her no.

“I’ll be your girl Friday—you know, the woman who can do it all at work for her boss? I’ll work at the front desk, too—well, when I’m not in class,” she says in a rush, looking so pleased with herself that I can’t tell her no.

Really, it’s sick that I can’t tell her no.

“We can create a schedule,” she adds.

I’ve told countless women no. Why should she be any different?

“I’ll be at your beck and call. Whatever you want.”

And that’s not what I need to hear from this girl. Not in the slightest.

Piper takes my hand before I can let her down gently. She traces the tattoos on a couple of my fingers. “Maybe I’ll be brave enough to get one someday.”

I sit there silently, letting her explore. She lets go of me. “If you don’t think this is a good idea, then I’ll find something else.”

For some reason I don’t picture Piper with another job or place to live. I picture someone like Mark Williams with his preppy-ass bow ties putting his hands on her. Guys that live in the Oaks and drive fancy-ass sports cars they have no business owning. Guys like that always get girls like Piper.