Damien
“Darius Sinclair is on line one," Johnathon, my assistant said, speaking through the interoffice intercom.
My gaze went to one of my computer screens preparing me for my upcoming meeting. I was concentrating on the business because if I didn't, if I thought about the woman about to enter my office, my circulation would give me away. The last person I wanted to talk to was my brother. “Tell him I'm busy."
“I have, sir. This is his third call."
Shaking my head, I clenched my jaw. “Fine." I pushed the button on the telephone and took a deep breath. “Darius, so nice of you to take time away from your golf game or was it sailing…whatever important thing you're doing to call."
My brother cleared his throat.
“What's so important?" I asked before he could comment. “I recently retu
