“I’m not doing that.” She uncovers her face. “You jumped into that water. You have to swim out.”
“Fine.” I glare. “I’ll text him, even though he hasn’t answered me in four days,” I say, trying not to sound annoyed. “That will be my final time and then after you will have to deal with it.”
“Email him,” she advises as I start to walk out of the room. “Email is better than text, less personal.” I nod. “Unless you want to get personal with him again.” She wiggles her brows at me.
“Nope,” I retort quickly, and certain body parts call me a liar. “Third time was the charm and now we move on. Besides, he sounds like he has bigger baggage than I do.” I stroll into my office and walk around the desk. Pulling up the email chain I have with him, I make sure it’s to the point and formal, instructing him where to make the payment to, and even giving him the option to do it online. I press send and then mumble, “Email sent. Case closed.”
nineteen
Knox
The bus stops next to the plane. As soon as we hear the hiss of the brakes, we all start to get up. I grab my backpack and step out behind Kirby, who is following Jaxon. Stepping off the bus and into the brisk wind, I don’t bother getting my bag since the porters are taking them out from under the bus and placing them in the jet. The stainless-steel steps are pushed up against the plane, waiting for us.
Walking up the steps and into the jet, the flight crew is waiting for us. “Welcome,” they greet us, and I give them a small nod before walking and placing my backpack in one of the open seats. I grab my iPad out of my bag before I put it in the overhead compartment.
I sit in the seat next to the window with Kirby sitting in the seat in front of me and Jaxon on the opposite side of me, against the other window. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out and look down to see I have an email from Kylie. My pulse speeds up as I sit down and nervously open it. I’m not sure what I’m expecting. I mean, the last thing she texted me was that it could have been anyone, four days ago. We left the next day after the game, so I haven’t had time to message her back.
I’m lying, that’s a complete and utter lie. I’ve had plenty of chances to text her back. I just haven’t because I don’t know what to say. It’s better this way. We had our fun and now we move past it.
I swipe the email thread and my chest gets tight when I read the first line.
Good afternoon, Knox. So formal, like I didn’t have my face buried in her pussy and she didn’t choke on my cock a few days ago.
Just doing a follow up on the previous email I sent you last week. You know, the week before you came over to my house and fucked my brains out on my couch.
You won four prizes. Because you’re a fucking idiot and bid on all of them.
First prize is:
A weekend getaway for two, off the grid. Great, a chance for me and myself to spend more time alone.
Second prize is:
A spa weekend for two at the Beverly Willshire Hotel, including a suite for one night. Maybe I can take the kids with me, minus the spa, and we can just chill. Go to the pool and play.
Third prize is:
A round of golf at the prestigious golf club in Arizona. When the fuck am I going to go and redeem that one? It’s fine, I’ll just donate it to the team for their fundraiser.
Fourth prize:
A romantic dinner for two overlooking the coast, including a one-night stay. Even better, I can jump off the cliff afterward.
She writes the total amount I owe and gives me the option to pay it online. I click the link and it takes me to a checkout, and I enter my credit card.
“Finding yourself a mail order bride?” Jaxon teases from his side of the plane then laughs at himself, and I flip him the bird.
He gets up and sits next to me. “Why?” I ask him. “You sit by yourself and let me sit by myself. You are in my bubble, and I don’t want you in it.”
He laughs and he’s about to get up when two rookies come in and sit down in the empty seats beside us. I glare at him, then at the rookies. “Now see what you did?”
“Would you two stop bickering?” Kirby grumbles between the seats. “I’m trying to rest.” I hit the seat in front of me, his head bouncing off. “Real mature,” he says to me.
“For someone who had sex not too long ago,” he tosses over his shoulder, “you sure are crabby.”
“I told you that—” I start and Jaxon cuts me off.
“You lied. You one thousand percent got laid the night before.” He snorts. “You were even lighter on your feet.”
