Why am I trying to play it cool? If I had any sense, I’d be tied to his bedposts right now, ticking off my BDSM fantasy.
Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t need to be tied. I’d willingly lie there all night.
I press my thighs together to stop myself from squirming or combusting at the mental image.
From the periphery of my vision, I glimpse my sister’s eyes widen and dart between us.
Fuck.
Jayden’s less than discreet, and with Ryan in the gym with Pierce, Sasha’s beady eyes are all too perceptive.
Jayden hands Sasha a cocktail. As she takes a large sip, she rocks back on her heels.
‘So, Jayden. How long have you been fantasising about sleeping with my sister?’
‘W-what?’ The fruity alcohol splutters in my throat.
Jayden smirks and two firm hands slide around my waist. ‘Since she was sweet sixteen.’
‘Quit it, Jayden. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some phone calls to make before dinner.’ I down my drink and strut from the bar as fast as my peep toe Louboutin’s will carry me.
I bang the bedroom door closed behind me and slide to the floor onto the thick swirling carpet.
Panic fills my chest, crushing my windpipe and stealing the breath from my lungs. My fingers instinctively seek the elastic band around my wrist. I snap it against my skin as I battle to process my thoughts.
What’s wrong with me?
Why am I so worried about Sasha finding out the truth about me and Jayden when I usually tell her everything, anyway?
Because not only did she tell you not to, this thing with Jayden is different, and you know it.
It’s not different. It’s just sex.
It’s sex on repeat, over and over. And that’s something I haven’t done since Ethan.
Urgh. It was only supposed to be sex. Simple and straightforward. But there’s nothing simple or straightforward about any of it.
A gentle tap on my door sets my heart racing.
‘Chloe, it’s me.’Jayden’s gravelly voice drifts through the thick solid wood door.
‘Go away.’
‘Don’t make me break the door down.’
I stand with a huff.
As I open the door, Jayden barges in, towering over me. ‘What’s wrong with you?’
‘I asked for your discretion. What was that in front of my sister?’ I run my fingers through my hair, barely able to meet his gaze.
‘Jesus, Chloe, I’m fucked if I do and fucked if I don’t. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been flirting with you since the day I met you.’ He pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘You sent me that picture and what was I meant to do?’ He exhales and a hot puff of air brushes my lips.
That alluring aftershave assaults my senses again. It should come with a health warning. ‘I’ve been counting down the seconds until I could finally get my hands on you again and you’re playing some stupid game with me. It’s not what we signed up for.’
He takes my hand and says, ‘I was only teasing at the bar. Believe me, I understand why we can’t let Sasha and Ryan find out. Ryan would fucking kill me if he knew.’
I used to be worried about what my sister and her boyfriend would think, but we’re both consenting adults. What’s the problem? Maybe it would be awkward for a while, but it wouldn’t last forever. No, the truth is I’m more worried about being labelled as nothing more than Jayden’s latest squeeze by the tabloids….. and for the world to think that’s the only reason I’ve been contracted to organise this tour.
