Assuming Emily was like the others, there could never be a repeat of last night.
And that made me angry as hell.
“I don’t believe you,” my brother shot back.
“Believe whatever you want.”
He laughed harder. “It must be a woman ... That’s the reason you don’t want to talk about it.”
My eyes flicked open, my head lifting from the cushion, and I glanced out the window at the bumper-to-bumper traffic. “Fuck that.”
“Point proven.” He paused. “Who is she?”
“There’s no woman.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Was he testing me? Had Emily said something to Maya, and Jordan already knew what had gone down between his girl’s best friend and me? I couldn’t tell, only because I couldn’t see his face. One look at Jordan’s eyes and I always saw the truth and what he was hiding behind them. But on the phone, I had no way of knowing.
“I’m sure,” I answered.
“Because there’s only two things in this world that can set you off. Ben and a woman—and I don’t get the sense it’s Ben, since you didn’t bring him up once during any of the times I saw you today. Which leaves the other option. A woman.”
I watched Denis shake his head while I said, “You’re wrong. There are three things that set me off.”
“What’s the third?”
“When my brother harps on something I don’t want to fucking talk about.” I ended the call and shoved the phone in my pocket.
I didn’t normally hold back from telling Jordan about the women I slept with. There were times I brought it up and times when the topic went there, and I offered the information.
So why the hell was I such a vault about Emily?
Why didn’t I want to admit that she’d been at my place and things had taken a turn? And that it was one of the best nights I’d had in, shit, I couldn’t even remember how long?
And why the fuck wasn’t I able to get her out of my head?
There hadn’t been a single mention of her today—no one I encountered at the office, over the phone, or through email had the same name as her. Jordan didn’t even bring up Maya, so my mind should have been clear.
But it wasn’t.
I thought of her when I got into the shower, remembering the two times I’d carried her in there, the memories hitting me again when I came into my room and my bedding was twisted like a knot. Ben and I spoke about her and the button and the consequences of his actions over breakfast. When Ben’s nanny took him to school, the two of themleft me alone in the kitchen and, out of nowhere, I got a whiff of pizza, realizing it was still in the oven. I reached in, taking out the stone, and set the cold pie in the sink. But my mind wasn’t on my movements, it was taking me straight back to Emily as she was sitting on my island, holding a slice, locking eyes with me as I took a bite of the crust.
What was it about that bite that was so fucking hot?
I adjusted my dick in my suit pants and caught a glimpse of the rearview mirror, Denis’s stare on mine. “I know you were listening to that conversation with my brother ... Don’t look at me like that.”
“Mr. Worthington, if I may, in all the years I’ve driven for you, never once have you ever had me take a woman home.”
I hissed, “And?”
“When I dropped her off, you gave me specific instructions to message you and let you know she got home safely.”
I chuckled, running my hand over the top of my head. “What are you getting at, Denis?”
“I’m just pointing out my observations. That’s all.”
First Jordan, now him.
