This is stupid. Don’t let him feel sorry for me. He is just another fish in the sea and if this is how he rolls—and I know it is—then I don’t want anything else from him. Especially his pity.
“If I have someone else take over the sale from our side, will you still sell the property?” I asked him, turning the conversation back to business.
“And you will have no contact with Powers?”
“I’m not promising you anything, Cane. But I haven’t had any conversations with him that weren’t centered around real estate, so the odds are in your favor.”
He sighed, his aggression beginning to wane. “Yes. I would go along with that.”
“I’ll let my father know. Nice talking to you, Mr. Alexander.”
CANE
She hung up on me.A grin slid across my face.
I sat holding the phone in my hand, trying to figure out what in the hell just happened.
That did not go according to plan.
Realizing that she had just managed to do something that people tried to do all the time, and failed miserably at, made the grin grow wider. She had just won a battle, albeit a small one, over me.
It was sexy as hell.
Damn her, anyway.
I shook my head and leaned back into my chair.
The past few days had been a clusterfuck. I should have listened to Max and stayed calm when he told me Jada had been with Simon, but calm wasn’t something I was great at. The thought of her with that son-of-a-bitch lowlife infuriated me.
Why couldn’t she just fucking listen?
Each bit of information Max and I had been able to put together about Simon looked worse and worse. I had honestly thought he would just disappear, but now I wasn’t so sure. And if he was going to keep contacting her, I would have to clue her in without panicking her. I was going to do that the night she had dinner with him, but she was so fucking mad at me, so my plan got put on the back burner.
There has never been a better back burner.
Thoughts of her wrapped around me with my cock buried inside her made me want to get her from work and take her home with me.
Breathe, Alexander. Don’t be a dumbass.
It was impossible to think clearly while around Jada. And that was exactly why I had headed to Payson. I had to put some space between us before I really fucked shit up. Just watching her sleep, this potent mix of beauty and seduction, naïvety and strength, made me think crazy shit.
Like lying beside her, pulling her close, and falling asleep with her in my arms …
Thank fuck I had just had a major orgasm or who knows what would have happened.
Instead, I kissed her on the forehead and raced home.
I didn’t sleep at all that night with her scent all over me. It was something pure and soft, something classy. Just like her. I couldn’t getthe feel of her body out of my mind. Even after showering, I could still see her, hear her, smell her, and taste her.
And I wanted more.
I never wanted more.
What in the hell is wrong with me?
By four o’clock in the morning, I was worried about my fucking sanity. I was still wide awake, my mind not shutting down. Even after six rounds on the heavy bag—something that generally exhausts every cell in my body—I still couldn’t rest.
I felt like I had Freud in my brain, prompting me to reconsider the choices I had made and the choices I needed to make.
