She couldn’t believe Aimery had had the gall to show up at her office and tell her that he would have put up with her so-called ‘sexual shortcomings’ had he known Richard Sharpe was her grandfather. All because he wanted something from Richard. How low was that?
She regretted now that she had essentially accused Cobra of the same thing, for wanting something from her grandfather. She now knew she was wrong about that. Although she hadn’t said a lot during their shared dinner that night, she’d watched her grandfather and Cobra interact with each other. They had a genuine fondness for each other. They had the kind of relationship she was just beginning to understand. Very few people gave Richard Sharpe any pushback on anything, but Cobra would disagree with him to his face.
And another thing... Cobra had pretty much destroyed Aimery’s claim that she was sexually inadequate. After all, if Cobra could give her so much pleasure with just his kisses, she could barely imagine how good it would be when they finally shared a bed. And they would. She knew it in her bones.
He’d said he wanted them to get to know each other better, and she wanted that, too. But she had no idea how to turn down the heat that was already blazing out of control, between them. She wanted him and knew he wanted her. But there was that bet with his brothers keeping them apart. A bet that he was obviously determined to win.
And a part of her wanted him to win because that was what he wanted. She didn’t understand the concept of sibling rivalry, but she did know she was on Cobra’s side. And so she refused to do anything to hinder his chances of winning…even if it meant using her boytoy in the interim. That was something she hadn’tdone in years, but desperate need called for desperate measures. Her vibrator didn’t come close to giving her the pleasure Cobra had, but it was better than nothing.
And he had invited her to dinner at his place on Thursday, where they would be alone. She would have to take his word that he had complete discipline over his body. She certainly hoped so, because she tended to lose all control.
When her phone rang, she recognized the ringtone she’d set for Camille. She had texted Desiree to let her know she had arrived in Zurich, but Desiree hadn’t heard anything from her since. Hopefully, no news was good news.
Grabbing her phone off the nightstand, she clicked it on. “Cam? How are things going?”
“Things are going great. The cabin is nice, the Alps are beautiful, and Dre is being a perfect gentleman.”
“Hmm…does that mean you haven’t jumped his bones yet?”
Camille released a giggle. “No, but there have been moments when I could almost taste the chemistry between us. But he’s determined to ignore it.”
“Don’t let him. Sometimes, you just have to go for it.”
“Are you trying to give your personal therapist advice?”
She laughed. “Is it working?”
“It might be. Does this mean you and Cobra Masters have moved beyond kissing?”
“Not yet, but I know it’s because of the bet he has with his brothers. But that’s okay. I am willing to wait. He’s a man worth waiting for, Cam.”
“Sounds like Cobra has grown on you, Rae.”
“If only you knew. We’re still getting to know each other, but I must admit, I am enjoying the process.”
“Then I am happy for you.”
“Me, too. But hey, listen to this. Would you believe that Aimery is in New York, and that he came to my office?”
“What! You’ve got to be kidding. Why would he look you up after the way you guys ended things?”
Desiree proceeded to tell Camille everything.
“Wow, Rae. I’m so glad Cobra showed up when he did. I wonder how Aimery felt at getting told off by a real man. He is so full of himself, but there’s nothing to back it up. I blame all those women who allowed him to think that he’s all that.”
“Well, enough about Aimery. What do you plan to do about Léandre? You’ve been there for almost a week.”
“I know, but…”
“But nothing, Cam. If you love him—and I know you do—you have to tell him how you feel. This is the perfect opportunity.”
“Yes, but now I’m getting cold feet.”
“Then put on socks to warm them up.”
Camille giggled again. “Okay, I will give that move some consideration.”
“You’d better. I love you. I want you to be happy.”
