Jett’s eyes popped open.
Everything… Every fucked-up thing came tumbling back into her brain.
Getting gloriously naked on Trask’s bed. Having his tongue and his fingers between her thighs. Enjoying the best orgasm of her life. Him being a giant prick.
Jett sighed, thanked the driver, and got out with her dogs, who were bouncing around now, eager to fly back to Portsmouth.
Jett wished she could say the same.
CHAPTER 16
Trask swunghis legs out of bed after a fitful night’s sleep, got up, and padded to the door to peek out. Jett’s room was still closed up tight, and the bathroom was currently unoccupied, which gave him the opportunity to speed over and claim the facilities first. If Jett woke up and found the room being used, she’d just have to wait.
Trask did his morning business, brushed his teeth, shaved his face, threw his dirty boxer-briefs in the laundry basket, then took a quick shower before wrapping his hips in a towel.
He peered out into the hallway again to see if Jett’s door was still shut.
It was.
He scooted out and hurried back to his room to get dressed, happy for the reprieve, andnotlooking forward to running into her until he got some coffee in him.
Trask sighed as he pulled on his jeans. He was pretty sure he owed Jett an apology for what had occurred last night, but he’d rather try to ignore the whole thing.
But really, whatshouldhe do?
After a few minutes of pondering, he determined that it would probably be best if he took his cues from Jett. She’d mostlikely berate his ass, then she’d want to hash things over, ad nauseum.
If it came down to that, he’d suck it up.
For the good of the company.
Yeah.For the company.
Becausehe, personally, didn’t need anything more to do with Ms. DeLuca. His brothers, however, had determined that her skills and pilot’s license would be a good fit for Diver Downeast, so he’d be as amiable as possible moving forward, attempting to do a reset between himself and Jett, so they could proceed as colleagues only.
Coming out of his bedroom again, he noted that her door was still firmly shut, and that surprised him. She said she’d set her alarm.
He glanced at his watch. It was just after seven. She definitely needed to get her fine ass…
Nope.Not going there. He wouldnotthink about those gloriously round, smooth globes and how they’d felt under his palm. His only concern should be that she needed to get those fresh cheeks out of bed, pronto.
Trask dragged in a breath and gave a perfunctory knock at her door as he walked past, heading toward the stairs.
There.
If she wasn’t awake already, that ought to do it.
Once he entered the kitchen, he noted that his father had already come and gone, which was probably for the best. The last thing his patriarch needed to hear was what Jett might have to say when she came down, if she so much as hinted at what had gone on last night.
He didn’t know how his father would handle it; finding out that Trask liked to flex his dominant muscles in bed. But he cringed, knowing that if his dad found out, his mother being filled in wouldn’t be far behind.
And that, he couldn’t abide.
No mother wanted to hear that kind of stuff about her son, and to make matters worse—if that were possible—Ellen was already half in love with the chaotic Jett. If the two women ganged up on him, he was going to get drummed right out of the house. He’d have to rent a hotel room, and wouldn’t that raise a lot of eyebrows and questions amongst his siblings?
Not that he had any idea of his brothers’ sexual peccadillos, but it wasn’t something heeverwanted to discuss.
Did he have regrets about last night?
