Like the way Trask always approached sex and women, even if it might make him appear…damaged.
Trask shifted in his seat and watched the minutes tick by. He got up and made himself a bagel. He ate slowly. He poured a second cup of coffee, then scrolled through the morning’s news on his phone to find that nothing momentous had occurred while he was asleep.
He took another glance at the clock.
Seven-forty-five.
Alright.Screw this.
It was time to get Jett’s lazy ass out of bed.
He climbed the stairs with trepidation.
Trask wouldn’t be surprised if he got a pillow thrown at his head as soon as he opened the door, and would he deserve it? Probably. Starting the day off with a conflict wasn’t something he ever enjoyed, but she was asking for it, not paying attention to the clock.
Maybe, however, if he started with an apology instead of…
Dammit.His mind had circled right back to where it had been when he’d first woken up. Ask for forgiveness or not?
He still didn’t know, and he was a freaking mess.
Play this fucking thing by ear, he finally chastised himself.And since when are you afraid of a woman?
The answer to that was, never. Not once in his entire life. Even the one time when he should have been. So, he damned well wasn’t about to start now.
Walking boldly forward after reaching the landing, Trask rapped his knuckles against her door.
“Jett. Time to get up. We have things to do,” he barked.
When there was no answer, he huffed. She could be giving him the silent treatment, but somehow, he knew that wasn’t the way she rolled.
“Come on,” he repeated. “Time to get up.”
When still no reply came from within, Trask began to worry. Had something happened to Jett in the night? Was she sick?
Without another thought, he pushed through the door, and?—
“Fucking hell,” he swore.
The bed was made, and Jett was nowhere to be found.
His nostrils flared as his chest seized with an uncharacteristic ache.
Trask sent a hand up to rub the spot, as the reality of what he was seeing really settled in.
Jett had ditched him.
She’d waited until he was asleep; waited until sometime in the middle of the night when the house was quiet, and she’d snuck out.
But why?
She’d seemed all in on their aggressive play, even though he never should have started things with her. She’d basically told him as much when she’d urged him on with her sweet little moans and thrusts.
And if there was one thing he’d learned about Jett in the past eighteen hours, it was that she was adventurous.
So… The only answer to her absence was, his dismissive attitude once he’d thought better of things.
Without a doubt, he’d rejected her overtures.
