I glance over at Phil and then back at Eduardo before quickly responding, “Okay, I’m in.”
After Philip is presumed dead and I wipe the surveillance feed, Eduardo invites me back to his office for another chat. He is more direct this time. “I want to know what happened between you and Emma. I know that you have feelings for her.”
I sense the struggle between wanting to know and knowing he may not want to know about his girlfriend. He is staring at me as he blows a long breath and visibly tenses.
I look up at him, running my hand through my hair. “Nothing.” He waits patiently as I find the words to describe it. “We met on Padre Island during spring break. That’s when Dax met Liv. He was a patient in the ER and we all met up at the beach the next day. We shared a moment, but then she came here. And she saw you. I don’t know.”
His breathing has increased, and I can sense that he thinks I fucked his girlfriend. I decide to put him out of his misery. His fist clenches and unclenches on the desk, and I know he will lose it very soon if I don’t clarify. There were times when his volatile temper got the better of him in college.
“A moment?” He tilts his head and glares at me. “Did you fuck my girlfriend?” And there it is. His voice is laced with barely controlled anger. He finally asked me what he really wants to know.
“No,” I reply without hesitation, meeting his glare so that he understands that it is the truth. “We had an awkward kiss, and that is it. I think Dax and Liv thought there was more between us, and I wanted there to be, but now she is with you.”
He steps away from the desk, rubbing his face. “Awkward kiss?” he questions, wanting to know every fucking detail. Why does he want to torture himself with all of this?
I rub the back of my neck, trying to explain the kiss we shared in the least embarrassing way. “Yes, bro. Awkward as fuck. It felt like I was kissing my sister, despite being super attracted to her.” He snorts. “I can’t explain it, but I feel super protective of her, too, but not in a romantic way.”
He smiles. “Okay, sister fucker.”
We laugh.
“Nice, bro. Thanks.” And that breaks the ice a little. “You have nothing to worry about. I care about Emma, but if she is happy with you, I just want her to be happy.” I shrug noncommittally.
He stands and clasps my shoulder. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, I need your help with a tracker for Emma.”
“Unbelievable,” I mutter as I walk through my door a little after midnight. The things that motherfucker roped me into doing tonight. “Only slightly illegal,” I loudly mock Eduardo’s tone.
In need of some alcohol, I turn on the lights and head to the fridge to grab a beer when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I take a long swig and look at the message. I swear, if he needs one more thing, I will lose it.
I hit the button and see that it’s definitely not from Eduardo. I smile, seeing that it’s from Eve. I almost drop my phone, thinking about seeing her and the excitement that elicits.
Eve
Can I come over?
Those four words make my heart race in excitement. I stare at the phone in wonderment. It’s as if she knew the exact moment I got home.
I take my beer, walk over to my balcony, open the slider, and walk out. I stand there looking over the street, wondering where she is. I take another swig of my beer, wondering what to tell her. I’ll be damned if I am going to turn down her request to come over tonight. She reached out, so who am I to deny her?
I shrug the doubt away and decide to respond sooner rather than later, having been so anxious to hear back from her in the past weeks. I don’t want her to disappear again, but I don’t want her to think she can just come and go. Reluctantly, I need to know, so I text her back.
Jameson
I didn’t think you were going to reach out. It’s been a while.
I immediately hit send, then regret doing it. What am I doing? A sexy woman wants to come over to my house, and I’m guilt-tripping her for leaving me hanging for weeks. I groan and hope that I didn’t just ruin everything. Minutes go by, and I swear that I fucked up royally. Why couldn’t I have just said,‘Hell yes.’
Eve
I was away but reached out as soon as I was free. Is that a no?
I don’t want there to be any more confusion. I want her. I wanted her yesterday, and surprisingly, I want her for my future. So, I respond as directly as possible to prevent any other confusion.
Jameson
That’s a fuck yes. Come.
I laugh at the double entendre in that sentence. God, what I wouldn’t give to have her come over and over on my tongue and around my cock as I thrust into her. I rub my aching dick as it pushes against the tight confines of my denim jeans, trying to alleviate the throbbing, and needing a release.
