Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Well, the first time was—I don’t even think we can call it a first time.” My stomach gets tight and the back of my neck even starts to heat. “It was like a wham-bam in the car.”
“You had sex in a car? With Knox?” She is in total shock about this.
“It wasn’t my fault.” I point at me. “He was being all jerky and then boom—combustion.” She just stares at me, blinking a couple of times. “Then he came back to return the panties I forgot in his SUV.”
“And obviously you had sex again.”
“Well, to be fair,” I start to say, “I technically wanted to see if it was as good as I thought it was in the car.”
“Well, obviously.” She rolls her eyes at me.
“Then he was a dick and said something that I’m not going to ever repeat, but he said it. Then I know I said something I shouldn’t have said to him too,” I admit after hearing what his wife did to him. “So he came by with coffee to say he was sorry.”
“And again, you fell into bed.”
“Well, not the first time. That was on the couch but then after the bathroom, it was the bed.”
“Hold on.” She holds up her hand. “You had sex with him for the first time weeks ago, and you are just now telling me?” She puts the hand she was holding up to her chest as if she is hurt.
“Again,” I inhale, “I think we said we weren’t going to say anything. Or maybe I just assumed no one would.” I swallow.
“Do you think he told Kirby?” she asks me, and I sit up straight, unfolding my legs from the couch.
“I don’t,” I start to say. “If he told Kirby, wouldn’t Kirby call me?” I ask her. “At the very least, he would for sure tell you.” I point at her.
“Yeah, I think so,” she says, “or he may be too stunned to speak.”
“Listen, it’s fine. It’s just sex between two consenting adults.” I trail off.
“How was it?” she questions and I roll my lips. “Actually, don’t tell me. I have to be around him, and I won’t be able tolook at him without having it in my head. With Jaxon, it took me a full month before I could look him in the eye after Ariella told me about their sex life.”
“I won’t say anything,” I get up, “but I will say, the man is packing, and he knows what to do with said package.”
She leans back in her chair and groans, putting her hands over her face. “Now I’m automatically going to look at his package when I see him next.” She shakes her head. “What if Kirby catches me?”
“Then don’t do it,” I reply, picking up the papers from the desk. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to email him to ask him when payment will be made.” I stop, looking over at her and hoping she’ll do it. “Or—”
“I’m not doing that.” She uncovers her face. “You jumped into that water. You have to swim out.”
“Fine.” I glare. “I’ll text him, even though he hasn’t answered me in four days,” I say, trying not to sound annoyed. “That will be my final time and then after you will have to deal with it.”
“Email him,” she advises as I start to walk out of the room. “Email is better than text, less personal.” I nod. “Unless you want to get personal with him again.” She wiggles her brows at me.
“Nope,” I retort quickly, and certain body parts call me a liar. “Third time was the charm and now we move on. Besides, he sounds like he has bigger baggage than I do.” I stroll into my office and walk around the desk. Pulling up the email chain I have with him, I make sure it’s to the point and formal, instructing him where to make the payment to, and even giving him the option to do it online. I press send and then mumble, “Email sent. Case closed.”
nineteen
Knox
The bus stops next to the plane. As soon as we hear the hiss of the brakes, we all start to get up. I grab my backpack and step out behind Kirby, who is following Jaxon. Stepping off the bus and into the brisk wind, I don’t bother getting my bag since the porters are taking them out from under the bus and placing them in the jet. The stainless-steel steps are pushed up against the plane, waiting for us.
Walking up the steps and into the jet, the flight crew is waiting for us. “Welcome,” they greet us, and I give them a small nod before walking and placing my backpack in one of the open seats. I grab my iPad out of my bag before I put it in the overhead compartment.