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Cassie bites her lip. "She's right. We can't."
"You can't," he says.
"See. It's starting. Go. Enjoy yourselves. Get lost." I grab my suitcase, wave goodbye, and wheel right to Jackson.
Without a word, he follows me out of the lobby.
He shoots me a funny look, but he doesn't object to the change of rooms.
Because he wants to fuck me.
Or because he thinks so little of fucking me, it doesn't even occur to him.
One of the two.
I'mten minutes into avoiding alone time with my best friend, and I'm already onto my first hurdle.
For some reason, Jackson's hotel suite is decorated for a couple.
He must have booked the room with his ex-girlfriend. This means Damon volunteered to room with him, instead of his girlfriend, last minute.
A pity invite.
Or something like it.
But that's not my primary concern at the moment. No. The path of deep red rose petals obscures all other problems.
The flowery line leads straight to the bedroom, the one with a four-poster bed, with visible under-the-bed restraints and a giant red gift basket on top of the gold comforter.
An adult gift basket, complete with champagne, lube, furry handcuffs, and chocolate-flavored condoms.
I open the unmarked envelope and read the card.
A little taste of what's in store for the rest of your life. That's what you get dating a lawyer. They love rules in and out of the bedroom.
- Rip
My cheeks flame. My chest too. I fight the blush. I try to push my mental images aside.
They ignore my wishes. My head fills with visions of Jackson and I tangled in the white sheets, the cheap black lingeriebarely covering my chest, his hand around my throat, the pink handcuffs around my wrists.
It's right there in his green eyes.
A hint of embarrassment, yes, and a hell of a lot of interest. He is into BDSM. It's as obvious in his eyes as it is in the plain text of the card.
He loves rules everywhere.
"This is for you." I push the card into his hands.
He glances at the text and lets out an annoyed sigh. "Fucking asshole."
Huh? Sure, this isn't the way I'd choose to celebrate a friend's relationship, but it is a nice gift set. Expensive. "Who?"
"A work rival," Jackson says. "The guy hates me."
"Why'd he buy you a bondage set then?"
"He overheard us once," he says.
