This woman … the fact that she spoke her mind so freely was unnerving. I never knew what would come out of her mouth. She was talking about last night as though it had been her idea and not mine.
“Did you really?” I asked. “Enjoy him, I mean?”
Her forehead creased, but she answered. “You have doubts? You watched us.”
Yes, I definitely watched. And I found that watching was almost as satisfying as participating. That didn’t mean she didn’t have reservations about the encounter.
“What are you afraid of, Rule?”
I turned away from her, thrusting my hand through my hair. I didn’t want her to see the truth on my face because I couldn’t hide it. I was afraid of everything, that’s what.
Every.
Goddamn.
Thing.
“I get it,” she said, and I forced myself to turn around to look at her again.
Huge mistake.
“What do you get?”
She smiled coyly, palming one beautiful tit. “You don’t know how to keep sex and love separate.”
The hell I didn’t.
She dropped her feet to the floor and stood up slowly.
“But you set the course for what happened last night. You can’t take it back.”
“Actually, I can,” I told her.
Laikyn shook her head. “No. You gave me a taste, and now I have a craving. You can’t deny me.”
“And if I do?”
Her eyes lifted to meet mine. “You’re not the only one I crave.”
I held her stare for a moment. I sensed she wasn’t as confident with that admission as she wanted to be. Did she think I was going to accuse her of cheating? It had been my idea. Not to mention, this marriage wasn’t real. She could fuck Jinx all day, every day, if she wanted.
“Does it bother you that I’m attracted to him?”
“No.” The word came out too quickly.
“I didn’t think so.” She moved toward me. “You’re not the kind of man who would let someone else play with your toys if you weren’t interested, too.”
I didn’t back away, refusing to give her more ammunition. She was taunting me on purpose. It was what she did. Admittedly, I fucking liked it, even if it made her impossible to resist.
“No means no, Rule,” she said, her fingers dipping into my jeans. “All you have to do is say the word.”
Two letters.
One syllable.
It should’ve been easy to say, but only a fucking idiot would tell this woman no, and I wasn’t a fucking idiot. I had a genius-level IQ and a highly superior memory. I’d skipped three grades in school because I was far more advanced than most people. I took the SATs for shits and giggles after studying for one day. I scored 1590, but only because I purposely skipped two questions on the math portion. I was dared to take the LSAT—law school admission test—and after studying for one day, I scored 175. I purposely answered five incorrectly because it amused me to do so. I pointed out which five they were before the test was graded.
As I said, I wasn’t a fucking idiot.
