She closed her bag forcefully, and I pushed myself off the sofa to stand. “Please don’tgo.”
When she finally met my eyes, I could see the anger simmering there, waiting for a lash to wield. It turned out she didn’t needone.
“A little advice for you, Gray. Don’t say another woman’s name during sex. Just a little tip from one fuck buddy toanother.”
6
Izzy
Isteppedout onto the street, and the first thought that filtered through was: that didn’t go asplanned.
My attempts at sex rarely did. I should have known this would be the same. It was my fault for thinking differently. And it was his fault for being all charming and smooth and convincing me that he might be worth thehassle.
Angry and humiliated didn’t begin to cover my emotional spectrum. At least the storm of emotions replaced the simmering under my skin that his bodycaused.
A tiny part of me was pissed for leaving. He’d have likely made up for his mistake several times with his body. There could have been amazing shower sex. I love good showersex.
I shook my head and raised my chin, about to try to find a taxi. Before I could hit the send button on my phone, a black limo pulled up and the same driver from earlier steppedout.
I hoped I’d done a decent job of cleaning my face. “Uh, helloagain.”
“Hello,Miss.”
I looked him up and down, from the polished high shine of his oxfords to the crisp jacket over a smooth ironed white shirt. “I hope he pays youwell.”
He smiled and opened the back door. “He pays me very well,Miss.”
I climbed in, but hunkered near the door as we took off. Sitting too close to the middle reminded me of earlier, and that threatened to amp up the arousal and thefury.
I pressed my forehead to the side of the glass and huffed a cloud out to fog it. I’d only gotten through a few puffs before we stoppedagain.
The driver returned to open my door, but I beat him to it, already waving a goodbye before he reached thehandle.
Once I’d made it into my apartment, I stripped my clothing and padded straight to the shower. Nothing washed away regret like scalding hotwater.
I sat down on the slowly heating tile and leaned my head back, considering my situation. I needed to take stock of the facts. My boss was hot as hell; we’d almost had sex before he addressed my vagina by another woman’s name. I’d run out after an angry—and deserved—word ofreproach.
Yup. That coveredit.
I wanted to figure out how I felt about everything, but right now all I felt was turned on and unfulfilled. I’d been better, and I’d beenworse.
I washed my hair sitting cross legged in the bottom of the shower. When it was time to get the shampoo out, my legs and hips ached from sitting on the hard surface so long. The water was already starting to runcold.
I dressed in the oldest, most worn T-shirt I owned. My brother Jake’s Navy SEAL tee—the one he brought back after his acceptance to theprogram.
With my brother’s comforting arms wrapped around me, I climbed under the duvet and snuggled into the down comforter. Gray could wait untiltomorrow.
Bang BangBang.
I blinked my eyes open to the dark room. Dots of light littered the wall from buildings, cars, and lamps outside. I blinked again, thinking maybe I’d heard the noise from the neighbors. I settled back in, and the bangingrestarted.
BANG BANGBANG.
I let out a groan disguised as a whine and shifted the warm coversback.
BANG BANGBANG.
“For fuck’s sake,” I said. Then louder, “Hold on, I’mcoming.”
