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She sinks down on the couch, at the other end. The whole piece of furniture is askew, a taunt of what happened. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know.”
And I don’t.
I’m fucking pissed off at myself for fucking her because I like her. She’s my friend and maybe she’s more than that, too. A friend and not a friend. Beyond just friends. It’s confusing. Like everything else to do with her.
“You wouldn’t ever be satisfied with one woman, Ryder.”
“I’ve never tried. Is that where we are?”
“No. I’m nipping this now because you won’t go there, and I don’t want to.”
“Because you think I can’t do just one woman?”
“Not think,” she says softly. “Know.”
Maybe she’s got a point. Women want me, always have, and I don’t see it changing. And I want them. I like the variety, I like having sex and all the sex I’ve had before—including the sex that led to me being here, the scandal—has been uncomplicated. Simple, unfettered, sex.
This?
This is complicated.
Complex and intricate and full of minefields I don’t expect.
And the sex is out of this world. I want to spend time exploring her. I want to worship. I want to fight and laugh and fuck her just as hard as I did then. And I want all the stuff outside the sex, too.
But what that entails is anyone’s guess. Or, I should say, mine. Because this is so uncharted it’s something I didn’t know even existed.
Elliot’s phone pings and she grabs it from the coffee table, opens it and reads the message. She stands suddenly and smooths her hands through her hair again. “Since you’re here, we need to get you prepped.”
“Prepped?”
“Your last week is going to be as CEO with—”
“I’m doing what now?” I pull out my phone and the only messages are from my brothers all angling to know if I’ve slept with Elliot, slept with anyone else, and advice on how to stay on the straight and narrow.
Really what I need.
I ignore them and go to my emails, but there’s nothing there either. And my diabolical parent didn’t seem fit to tell me this today. She’d have known.
Elliot frowns but there’s relief there, because she’s got something else to focus on other than the hot sex that just happened. I feel like the male version of fucking Alice right about now.
“No one told you?”
“Not even you.”
“I thought you knew. I just got the message as a reminder for you from your mom.”
Fuck me, I want to break something. “My mother has your number now?” I hold up a hand before she can answer me. “Where there’s a way there’s my mother. Of course she does. And no, that reminder is the only message. Trust me, at least on this.”
“I trust you,” she says quietly.
“Just not with sex and relationship things.”
She shoots me a long, cool look. “Let’s concentrate on what we need to do for you to be there tomorrow morning.” Elliot hurries over to the beautiful small art deco desk in one corner that looks more for display than use, but of course, she uses it. She picks up her laptop and comes back over, sitting and opening it. “You might as well sit down. Let’s get started.”
So I sit.
