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“Why does he have to be a shitty lover?” He sips his drink, the lime bobbing in the glass.
“A selfish and lazy lover. There’s a difference.”
He tilts his head. “Well, she’s never in the mood.”
“Because he stopped romancing her.”
“Her buying him a pair of golf shorts isn’t exactly romancing him either.”
“She hasn’t gotten flowers other than her birthday and their anniversary in five years.”
“Five years?” His teasing smile is prominent, and butterflies lift from a deep sleep in my belly.
“He’s taking her for granted just because she decided to stay home and raise their kids.”
“And she regrets the decision to give up her career, despite her daily schedule juggling and organization of the house, she’s working at an executive level but getting paid in sticky hands, hugs, and kisses.”
I sip my wine then keep the glass in my hand. “She loves the quiet time after she’s gotten them to bed. And then he comes home, and she warms up his dinner and watches him eat the meal she prepared three hours earlier while he tells her how bad his day was, never asking about hers.”
His head rears back. “You’re really painting Jack as an asshole.”
“You’re not too nice to Mila. She’s working her ass off, but she’s invisible to him now.”
“Truce?” He lifts his glass to mine.
I clink my wineglass to his tumbler. “Sure. I’m sure they’ll be different.”
His gaze diverts over to them as the DJ announces their first dance. “I hope so, for their sake.”
“So, you’re not big on marriage?” I ask.
“Not right now. You?”
I think back to this afternoon, seeing my mom’s lips on a man who isn’t my dad, and my stomach rolls over. I have to suck back the tears that want to form in my eyes. “No.”
He lifts his wrist and looks at his expensive watch. “Well, dinner’s over.”
“That it is.” I down the rest of my wine and place my glass on the table.
“I think I’ve been a good boy.” He rises from his chair and towers over me, holding out his hand.
“You’ve barely touched me,” I say, standing so close our chests practically touch. My nipples pebble in response.
“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop if I started.”
Holy hell, this guy has the lines. We both know the score tonight. I go up to room 1498, we get all sweaty and get one helluva workout. Then we part ways, never to see one another again.
I’m not a prude, I’ve had one-night stands before. Not a ton. Surely not as many as him. But tonight, I need to get out of my head and not think about the impending implosion of my parents’ marriage. Not that I wouldn’t be angling to sleep with this man even if my mother wasn’t betraying my father.
“You go first. I’ll sneak out in a few minutes.”
He tips his head down to my neck, a move I’m really starting to love. “Be quick. Knock three times when you arrive.”
I rear back and tilt my head up to look into his blue eyes. “Am I not the only woman you gave your room number to tonight?”
His tongue slides across his bottom lip. His eyes are filled with lust. “You’re the only one I see tonight.”
“If you didn’t know already, I’m a sure thing. You don’t have to use those lines on me.”
