“Do you want to go somewhere?”
“If you do.”
She sighs. “Should I just get a cab home?”
“Do you want to get a cab?” I ask, and I’d like to kick myself. I can’t stand me right now, this indecisive, uncertain dude in a funk who is trying to take over my body. I don’t know him. I don’t care for him. And I didn’t give him squatter’s rights in my body. I’m going to have to muscle him out of the way. I hold up a hand. “Scratch that,” I say with drummed-up confidence. This fake affair might be ending in a few more days, but I’m not going to mope my way through the best sex of my life. I’m going to rise to the occasion.
“Scratch what? Getting a cab?”
I shake my head and park my hands on her shoulders. “This is what I want to do right now. I want to take you back to my place. Strip you naked. Run my tongue across every inch of your skin, and then do that thing I told you I would do to you when we were in Katharine’s.”
Her eyes sparkle, then shine with desire. She nods eagerly. “Yes.”
There. Beautiful. I grab my phone from my back pocket to order up an Uber, since catching a cab here is impossible. As I tap my details into the app, she places her hand on my arm.
“But, um, there’s something I wanted to tell you first.”
Oh shit. My heart pounds. She’s going to end this. She’s had enough. She’s gotten her fill. She’s saddling up for one last ride tonight, and then she’s putting me to pasture.
“What is it?” I ask, and my heart feels like it’s in my throat.
“Remember when we said no lying?”
“Yes.” I swallow, bracing myself. The tension ties itself into knots in my chest, and I don’t like this feeling. I don’t want to ever feel this way. It feels like need and dependency. Like something I barely know. “Are you going to?” I spit out.
“Going to what?”
“End this?” I ask, because I can’t take it anymore.
She laughs.
“It’s not funny,” I insist.
“It is funny.”
“Why?”
She shakes her head. “You idiot.” She grabs my shirt and brings me closer to her. My heart throws itself against my ribs. “This is what I wanted to tell you. When you asked me what was wrong before the show started, and I said nothing? That was a lie. I was jealous. Terribly jealous.”
I rewind to Charlotte crossing her arms, to her making jokes about the reporter, to her being proud of pulling off the act. “You were jealous?”
“I was trying desperately not to be. That’s why I let it go and made the joke about the voodoo doll.”
“Why were you jealous?”
She rolls her eyes. “All those women the reporter was naming. Hearing about them made me jealous.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you get it?”
“No. But we’ve already established you need to use the ABCs with me. So go ahead. Spell it out,” I say, tapping my temple and mouthing dense.
She blushes, then speaks softly. Her voice is barely audible above the noise of the street, the sound of the crowds, the roar of traffic. But every word is music. “Because they were with you.”
My lips quirk up. “Like how I felt about Bradley when you were with him,” I admit, and it feels freeing to say that. More so, to give voice to something I’d felt but barely understood at the time.
“You felt that way when I was with him?”
“Sometimes I did,” I say, flashing back to those days when she was with the supreme douche. There were nights when she left The Lucky Spot early and went home with him, and my mind wandered to her. Sure, I had women to keep me busy, but now and then the green-eyed monster paid me a visit. I’d be a sap, though, to tell her all of that. I’ve got to protect some of my secrets. I hold up my hands. “Go figure.”
“Spencer?” she whispers.
“Yes?”
“I think we broke another rule tonight.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Which one? Lying?”
“Yes, but also—”
We speak at the same time. “Weirdness.”
Then we laugh. Together.
“From the way you asked me to the show, to me being jealous, to the reporter being a wiener. It was all weird,” she says. She gives me a knowing look. “There’s only one cure for weirdness.”
“Anal?”
She swats me on the shoulder. “We’re not breaking that rule. Ever,” she says, her eyes drifting to my crotch. “I was thinking more like doggie style.”
“That’s what I meant to say.” I kiss her until the car arrives.
Then the rest of the way downtown.
All the way up in my elevator.
As I open the door.
And then as I strip her naked and lay her on her stomach on my bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Starting at her neck, I kiss my way down her body. I travel along her spine, licking a path across her sexy, beautiful back. She sighs and wriggles on the bed. She turns her head to watch me, and I near her ass. I drop a kiss on one cheek. “Don’t worry. No rules being broken. And just so you know, I’m fine with having every other part of you. I only tease you when I say that.”
She smiles back at me, her way of saying thanks.
“I do like the soft flesh of your ass though, and I’m going to need to spend some time here,” I say, drawing a line at the bottom of her right cheek.