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If anyone’s sneaking out of this kind of situation, it would be me. I don’t tend to—I haven’t since I was in college. Since then, I’ve picked wisely and made sure everything is streamlined.
This isn’t.
And Scarlett sneaking out like some fucking thief is not what I expect.
I don’t know what to expect when it comes to her.
She’s a constant surprise.
Especially sex that good.
I knew it would be good—the tension and electricity between us, the kisses too, told me so. But I didn’t know it would be that… I don’t want to use the word phenomenal, but it’s there in my head, anyway.
It’s almost five am, and I need to be up in an hour because I’m not one of those rich guys who ride daddy or mommy’s coattails and wander into work whenever they feel like it. So, I’m not sure why I’m up and half-dressed, and I’m even less sure why I’m trying to stop her leaving when I could have just turned over and gone back to sleep.
Her hand grips the rail tight. In the half-light her knuckles turn white.
Scarlett turns slowly, and she stares at my chest a long time, then raises her gaze to mine. The desire is still there burning, and it makes my dick start to wake.
“Going home. This…you and me…it isn’t a thing.”
“Right. So, you sneak off?”
“It’s not sneaking.” She hesitates, her gaze dipping again, and then she raises her chin. “I’m being sensible.”
Rich girls who work but weren’t bred to being sensible? She’s one bundle of mysterious I’d like to delve into. More than I have. I also don’t know if I believe her.
Because she looks at me like she doesn’t want to go.
She looks at me like she wants to climb back on my cock and ride me.
Yet there she stands, buttoned up and jumpy.
I lean my shoulder against the matte cream wall and slide my hand into the pocket of my half-buttoned jeans that sit low. “Sensible?”
“I need to get home. Get changed, make it look like I didn’t have sex half the night. And not be late. My boss hates people who are late.”
“He also hates liars,” I say softly, and her eyes darken a moment.
It’s a perfectly reasonable excuse she’s giving me. There are no promises or words of love, and she knows I don’t have or give those. But I don’t think that’s why she’s trying to sneak out. And I don’t think it’s because she wasn’t into the sex, not the way her gaze goes to my crotch, and heat streaks up her throat as she licks her lips.
I think she’s lying, but I can’t for the life of me fathom the reason. Even the guy that made me inexplicably jealous seems a likely culprit. She hasn’t mentioned him and there’s nothing about her that’s indicated she lusts or pines for someone else.
“This isn’t part of the contract, Hudson.”
“I’m aware.”
“Don’t you think this complicates it?”
Yes, no. I don’t know. “It makes it all the more authentic. And we wanted it.”
I put a soft emphasis on the we.
She takes in a breath that’s slightly fluttery. “I know, oh, do I know that. But…”
I wait. Wait some more. Scarlett doesn’t finish her sentence. If she wasn’t holding herself so stiffly, I suspect she might be fluttering like a trapped bird right now.
“But?”
