I watch her leave the bed and feast on the sight of her naked back and gorgeous ass before she wraps herself in an ankle-length robe. At the door, she pauses and glances back at me, the faintest trace of a smile on her lips.
“I’m glad we bumped into each other yesterday. It’s helped…a lot.”
And then she shuts the door behind her.
…
I’m on my third coffee by the time she saunters into the kitchen, dressed in faded jeans and a T-shirt with her hair still damp from her shower. It went against everything I wanted to leave her bed and pull on my jeans without even jacking off, but to hell with that. I can live with a hard-on for a few hours before a willing chick at the club takes the edge off. Better that than have Jas know how easily she can still lead me by the dick.
“I thought you were going to join me in the shower.” She pours a coffee, and I shift my ass along the counter to give her more room, but not so much that I can’t inhale the addictive scent of her perfume.
It’s helped…a lot.
I don’t even know what she means by that. Hell, I don’t even know why I give a damn as to what she means. It doesn’t fucking matter. I need to get away from her so I can think straight again.
“No point if we couldn’t fuck.” Not true. Not that I’m telling her that.
Her smile fades, and I feel like a total prick. She takes a sip of coffee, and I finish mine, and it’s like we’re two strangers again.
She clears her throat. “So, what’re your plans for today? Anything exciting?” Her gaze lingers on my naked chest before slowly traveling down my torso. Generally, I like it when hot girls check me out, but this time something just feels…off.
It doesn’t help when it’s obvious she notices my erection.
“Work. You got a better offer for me?”Jesus Christ, could I sound more desperate to spend more time with her?
“I don’t know.” She looks me in the eyes again, and there’s a blush on her cheeks that slays me. “I’m leaving on Friday. We could see each other a couple of times again before then.”
She sounds so casual, as though my answer doesn’t matter to her one way or the other. I shouldn’t care, but it stings.
Just say no.How fucking hard is that? She’s not the only girl on the damn planet.
“I’d have to check my diary.”I’m not a fucking pushover.Except, when it comes to Jas, I obviously am.
“Of course.” Her response is smooth as silk, but she wasn’t fast enough to hide the flicker of surprise at my reply. “I’m quite flexible, so just let me know.”
This conversation is the craziest I’ve ever had. And while I’m still chewed up over the whole thing, a part of me is laughing inside.
“Flexibility is good.”
“I’ve always found it helpful,” she says without missing a beat. “So, do I need to clear any dates with your P.A.?”
“We can work this out between ourselves.” Have I just agreed to see her again? Did I ever doubt I would? “A couple of times? What if I want more?”
Fucking kill me now.
“Every night is good for me.”
It’s a bad idea. I know it, but it’s just too damn tempting to pass up. “You’re offering me a week of no-strings-attached sex?”
“Only if you’re offering me the same.”
Only for a week.That’ll be plenty long enough to get her fully out of my system.
One night was supposed to be enough.
I need to get this back on track, on my terms. Let her know I won’t change my life for one week with her. “I’m not exclusive.” Not anymore. Been there, still got the scars.
“I wouldn’t expect you to be.” She still has a small smile on her face but there’s a faint touch of ice in her voice, as though my comment rankled. “I’m not looking for a relationship. Just closure.”
