Page 110

“It was more that she was there and I was there, and so we were together. Not that we weretogether. Now do you get me?”

“I think so.”

“Anyway, she started changin’. Dressin’ different and tryin’ to be someone she wasn’t. All of a sudden she wanted to go out all the time to upscale restaurants. Then she was buggin’ me to take her to my folks’ dinner parties. She’s a biker bitch pretendin’ to be a rich bitch,” Jake said, using my words.

“The worst of both worlds.”

“Fuckin’ tell me about it. When business picked up, she started naggin’ me about the time I spent here. But she’d turn around and want me to take her places or buy shit with the money I was workin’ so hard for. When my dad would get on my case about going back to law school, she was right there with him. It didn’t matter that the business was a success; my title wasn’t good enough. I’d heard it enough from my folks, I didn’t need to hear it from my supposed woman.”

“I still don’t get that.”

“You wouldn’t, ‘cause you’re not a bitch.”

“Well, yeah, there’s that. So what happened to finally end it?”

“She wasn’t fun. It wasn’t like the good times were good and the bad times were bad. There were no good times. She’d just been doin’ what she had to do to try to hook me. It wasn’t even like she’d been very stealth about it. I was just so caught up in gettin’ shit up and runnin’ here that I didn’t notice her most of the time.”

Ouch! Harsh.

Well-deserved, but still.

“Honestly, it was one of the reasons I kept you at a distance. I’d always wanted someone like you, but I’d never found anythin’ even close. By the time I met you, I was jaded. I kept waitin’ for you to change.”

I opened my mouth, but he kept talking.

Shocking.

“You aren’t gonna. I know that now. Still, I don’t wanna give you any reason to leave.”

I leaned against him to whisper in his ear. “You know I won’t leave you. I’m yours.” I ran the tip of my tongue over the edge of his ear, eliciting a groan as he raised his hips. “Alright, I’ve gotta get cleaning.”

“No, you don’t.”

Holding my ass, Jake stood and carried me across the hall to his office.

*******

After some hardcore making out while I straddled him on his chair, I stood up, much to Jake’s dismay.

“Don’t you have work to do?” I asked, breathlessly.

“Nope, that’s why I started my own business. Let them handle it.”

“Well, I’ve gotta get stuff done. Why don’t you go help them out, Mr. Bossy Pants?”

“Not really in a position to go out there. Unless somethin’ needs to be hammered.” Jake grabbed the bulge in his jeans to emphasize the point.

And what a big point it is.

I focused on his hand there. I’d never… Well, there was a lot I’d never seen or done before Jake. But that?

That was hot.

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I looked back up to meet his eyes. “Well, I gotta get those dishes done.” I started unbuttoning my cardigan, easing it down my arms and off. “Don’t wanna get my sweater wet.”

“Baby,” Jake croaked before clearing his throat. “That skirt looks nice. Best to be safe and take it off too.”

“You’re so smart, Mr. Hyde.” I untied the bow at the side of my skirt. Pulling it off carefully, I held it in front of me and blocked his view.