“Who said that?”
“You didn’t even try to reach out.”
“Phone works both ways.”
I tense my jaw. “Maybe you just needed to fuck me and get it out of your system.”
There it is. My real fear. Now that he’s claimed my hole, not that he’ll need it all the time, but that he’ll never need it again.
“If you think what we did got you out of my system, you’re dead wrong.”
All my anxiety dissolves in an instant, heat rushing to my face, like some fucked-up delayed response to the things he did to me that night.
“You have a weird way of showing it,” I snap.
“You told me you didn’t want to talk to me for a long time, so I was giving you space.”
I hate him even more when he’s right.
I swallow the choice words I want to give him, knowing they’d reveal too much about how curious he’s made me. How I wouldn’t have minded if he’d torn down my door again to claim what he wants.
“Thank you for the space. So anyway, I was chatting with my brothers about our business plans, and I thought we should get together and review them.”
He snickers, like this is all a ploy to be near him again.
“Well?”
“Sure, you can come over, and I can fuck you again.”
“I didn’t say that’s what I wanted.”
“Well, I’m learning you don’t like to say what you want.”
My gaze skips around the room as if to make sure one of my brothers didn’t somehow come in and overhear what I’m talking to him about, or worse, what I need from him. And maybe also like I’m waiting for Dad’s ghost to materialize and say,“You’re not the leader I thought you were.”That should be enough to convince me to stop myself, but whatever’s going on between us is a moving train, hurtling toward a disastrous wreck I’m powerless to stop.
“No sex,” I spit out. “Just business.”
“Boring.”
“I’m serious, Killian.”
“Then I’ll respect your wishes.”
“Now who’s the liar?”
Again with his damn snickering.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just you, beautiful. Now how about tonight?”
It’s strange how much I enjoy hearing him say I’m beautiful. I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.
“Tonight? Why not now?”
“I have business matters.”
I must not be doing a good job disguising my frustration because he says, “Don’t worry, Log. I still want you as much as ever.”
