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We drive back in silence. He doesn’t even put the radio on. I hear every measured, relaxed intake of breath the bastard makes. Meanwhile my pulse races, and the back of my neck is on fire.
Jet might have won tonight’s little game I started. But if he thinks he’s in control just because I moaned his name in a moment of unexpected arousal, then he’s wrong.
So wrong.
Chapter 12
Ava
I don’t see Jetthe following day since he skips dinner with Magnus and I. I work on my story, managing to get a lot written. But it comes at a cost bringing it all back up. I spend most of the night crying, and wake with puffy eyes.
I walk into the kitchen for breakfast and the familiar whipping sound coming from outside slaps me in the face. I open the fridge, grabbing a carton as fast as I can.
I have my back to the garden doors when the sound of one opening makes me slam the fridge shut with force.
Tension creeps up my spine, making me take in a slow, purposeful breath as I keep my back to the looming presence behind me.
I haven’t looked into Jet’s eyes since the moment he pulled his fingers from inside me and told me to cover myself up. Shame makes my lungs burn. I wanted tomess with him, make him scowl at me like he usually does.
I didn’t expect to walk away feeling like shit after.
“You need to be ready to leave in thirty minutes.”
I stiffen as the words hit my back.
“Did you hear me?”
I turn slowly, steeling myself to meet his gaze. He looks back at me, the blue of his eyes cool and unwavering.
There’s nothing in them. No recognition. Nothing.
“Thirty minutes?” I hate that my voice comes out hoarse from my restless night. I clear my throat, but even that sounds like an animal crooning in pain.
He takes a step closer, and his eyes pinch at the corners.
“Why?” I ask, turning my back on him.
“I need to go into head office. There are some people I need to speak to about a new supplier contract I’m setting up.”
“Doesn’t sound like a meeting with Callaghan.” I busy myself with fetching a packet of bagels from the cupboard.
“It isn’t. But it’s connected.”
His voice moves closer, and my back grows warm with his nearing heat.
“Fine. I can be ready.”
“Turn around.” His deep voice cuts through me, and I halt my movements, dragging in a breath.
“I’m busy.” I force my hands to work and open the bag, taking out a bagel that I have no appetite for.
“Ava?”
The way he barks my name has tingles running through me.
Tingles of regret.
Large hands bracket my upper arms, and he turns me. His eyes sweep over my face, settling on my eyes.
