Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He rolls his eyes. “Now he’s back, you’ve lost your brain. Work, what do you do?”
Travis leans in, his breath hot on my ear. “Answer him, baby.”
Asshole.
“Just an assistant at a law firm,” I manage to get out, teeth clenched, as Travis’s hand burrows deeper and my core coils tighter. I go rigid on his lap, trying not to make a single sound as pleasure builds up in my chest.
“That would come in handy,” Marcus nods.
“Something like that,” I grind out, praying I don’t cry out when this orgasm hits, because it’s a big one.
Something about the way we’re doing it has my nerves on edge. Knowing everyone is right there, knowing that it’s almost sinful, is exhilarating. The pressure builds, travelling along my spine. Then, with one slick, insistent curl, he pushes me over the edge. I close my eyes and cough to try to smother the shuddering in my body as the most delicious pleasure rips through me.
“You good, girl?” Reagan asks.
“Swallowed water,” I manage between fake coughs.
Travis slides his hand free. “Bed,” he growls in my ear before pushing to his feet and climbing out. I stand, legs flimsy, and climb over the side of the tub. He presses so close I can feel the hardness of him against me as he pulls a towel down and wraps it around me. I want him so badly it burns.
“Trav,” Janice’s voice comes out of nowhere, and when we turn, she is standing and climbing out of the tub too. “Can I have a word?”
He blinks. “Now?”
“It’s important.”
“I’ll be back in a second,” he promises me before turning and walking inside.
Janice follows.
I look over to Reagan, and she raises her brows.
Yeah, I hear you, sister.
Ten minutes pass, then fifteen. Surely they are done by now. Fuck it, I’m going in. I walk in through the large doors and around the corner to the living area, where Travis is standing with his back to me, arms crossed, talking to Janice. She looks like she has been crying, her face tear-streaked. Janice is an attractive girl; it’s her attitude that brings her down. She has that constant “talk to me and die” look on her face.
I step aside, listening even though I know it’s rude and I should just go and let them finish their conversation. At first, she speaks too softly for me to make out the words—something about being blindsided, about making her look like a fool in front of “all these people.” The next words are sharper.
“You can’t just pretend I’m not here, Travis. You brought me on this trip. You said you needed me.”
“I needed you for the job,” he says, tone clipped. “You know the other part is over, Janice. We talked about it.”
Her voice lurches up. “So it meant nothing to you? You were talking about letting me move in with you, Travis. It wasn’t just a casual fling.”
My vision blurs, and I feel like I’ve been sucker-punched in the stomach. A lump pushes up under my ribs, sharp and sickening. He lowers his voice, but I catch every word. “I asked you not to come to Vegas. You pushed it, you always push it. I told you it’s done. So, you came with Marcus, knowing I couldn’t stop you. Why can’t you accept it’s over?”
“Because I am in love with you,” she trembles. “Now you parade her around like I’m garbage—”
I back away, the world tilting sideways. Her. Me. The words taste wrong in my mouth, heavy and metallic. Why didn’t he tell me he was in a relationship with her? Why did he act like he hadn’t had anyone? He lied, and that almost hurts more.
“Don’t,” Travis hisses, and for a second, it’s like he feels me behind the wall. “Stop making a scene.”
She laughs, a thin, brittle sound. “Oh, I’m making the scene? Maybe you should finger me in the hot tub next time since you love an audience so much.”
There’s a beat of complete silence. Travis has his fists clenched by his sides now.
He’s angry.
“This isn’t going to work. I’ll book you a flight. You need to go home now.”
Janice glares at him, and for a second, I see in her the exact sort of girl who would split a man in half for breaking her heart. “You always run when things get messy. Every time, Travis.”
He says nothing.
“I hope she fucks you up worse than I ever could,” Janice spits.
She shoves past, her eyes catching mine as she goes, a glare so intense I take a step back as she rushes down the hall. I suck in a breath, frozen, then close the gap to the living area where Travis stands alone, running his hands through his hair.
“You were in a relationship with Janice?” The question is out before I can pry it back. My voice is steady.