Making a desperate dash to the elevator, I bash the button, and hope it arrives before she does.
Chapter twenty-one
Jenna
I don’t think I’veever baked so much in my life. The Grangewood Grocer knows me by name at this point, because I’ve completely cleared their shelves of eggs, flour and butter.
I’ve arrived at work every day of the week a frazzled, exhausted mess. My hair is barely brushed, and mascara is the only form of makeup anywhere to be seen.
I’ve heard whispers around set, too. “Maybe someone died,” one of the extras had said on day two, because my hair was oily, and the dark circles under my eyes looked as though they’d been painted on.
“Maybe Cole dumped her?” another had said. They both found the thought of that happening absolutely hilarious and the most believable of the made up scenarios.
Cassandra checked on me at work, too, because, apparently, word had even spread to her.
I have a feeling that Tahnee opened her mouth and spoke to my best friend, but how could she help?
I couldn’t exactly tell her that something I hold dear is being held hostage by the one man my body loves to crave, but my mind can’t seem to admit she wants.
He’s stolen the thing I depend on most.
Locked away.
Seized.
Taken for ransom, withmethe only thing he wants as a reward.
And the only way to get it back is to admit that I want to fuck Cole, and admit it without so much as a drop of alcohol in my system.
Completely stone cold sober.
He knew what he was doing when he’d asked that of me, even without knowing how touchy of a subject it was. I only wished I was completely sober when he came in like a thief in the night. Then I would’ve been able to put up a fight, maybe stand my ground a little. But instead I let it slip that I have a mild dependence on alcohol to encourage me to do things I wouldn’t usually be brave enough to do. He knew he was asking the impossible, but he took my toy anyway, and fled the scene.
Have I tried to get myself off? Of course, I fucking have. But it hasn’t worked.
I’ve tried in the shower, I’ve watched videos on my phone while laying in bed. I even looked at half naked pictures of Cole to see if that would help. But nothing I did ever got me over the line.
It couldn’t.
But I refuse to give in. I refuse to knock his door down and beg for him to either give me my toy back, or fuck me until I can’t possibly have another orgasm.
I won’t.
“Did you hear me?” Tahnee’s voice snaps me out of my trance. It’s only then that I realize my foot is tapping violently on theground, and my bottom lip is on its last layer of skin from the constant nibbling.
“What?” I snap at her, accidentally. I’m way too on edge. Even the sound of expected voices sets me off.
I don’t think I’veevergone two days withoutsomesort of release, so this last week has been hell on earth.
She raises her hands in defense. “I just asked if you wanted another coffee…” she gently places her phone into the back pocket of her jean shorts, and I feel the guilt take over.
“Sorry. It’s been a long day.” I sigh, running my hand down my face, watching as Mara throws herself all over the man she thinks is my boyfriend, while he smirks in my direction. I refuse to be fake jealous anymore. If she wants him, she can have him.
“I think you mean a long week,” Tahnee corrects me with an awkward smile. “So, coffee?” she asks again, and I nod.
“Right, coffee. Yes, please.” She smiles, and heads out the door, and I feel my phone vibrate in my hands. I puff my cheeks out with a sigh. I still haven’t saved his number in my phone, but I’ve memorized it by heart.
Unknown:You look a little…flustered, Snow. Anything I can do to help you out?
