He opens it once he pulls the pants on and stops to talk to whoever is on the outside, keeping it closed enough to conceal the bedroom, conceal me in stages of undress. I can only hear mumbles. I wait with my towel around me, unsure if I should dress, unsure if he’ll come back to what we were doing. My body feels like liquid, I’m sure if I look in the mirror I’ll be glowing and flushed and showing signs of having been ravaged. I’m breathless as hell and overheated.
He laughs, and it catches my attention. I love his laugh, it’s so deep and carefree and male, yet there’s a hint of boyishness to his normally husky tone when he laughs. I could close my eyes and listen to it forever.
He shuts the door and turns around to see where I’ve gone, his gaze returning to lust when he catches me still draped in my skimpy covering. I’m surveying my clothes in the open cupboard in a bid to decide if I’m to get dressed or get back on the bed. He inhales deeply as though trying to calm his inner libido with a hint of disappointment on his face.
“We need to continue this later … I forgot Daniel was here.” He grins, and I flush with embarrassment.
Oh, my god, how loud was I? Did he hear that?
I’m beyond mortified.
“He’s coming to LA with me, bella … Seeing as you won’t.” He throws me a wary look but I only nod. Trying to ignore that remark. I don’t like Daniel much right now, I don’t like his influence over Jake, well the influence he had in the past, before us, and I don’t like the fact he’s just royally hurt my friend. We still have to talk about that.
I need to show Jake that I’m capable of trusting him; up until now it’s been easy, we’ve been together every second, there hasn’t been a need to test the limits of my trust. Going to LA with Daniel is going to be a test and it terrifies me. I don’t want my inner doubts and anxiety to affect my relationship with him, my mind acting as my own worst enemy and obsessing over the man-whore he used to be, especially when he’s going to see her.
“When will you get back?” I ask, trying to steer the conversation to neutral territory, to avoid any subject that may let jealous Emma rear her head and show her full ugliness.
leaving around four, it’s about a six-hour flight, so if I leave LA same time tomorrow, I should get home between eleven and midnight.” He walks over to me pulling out a red dress from my wardrobe, one he chose for me to wear the first time we ever went to his father’s boat as friends. “Here … I like this on you.” He hands it to me and kisses
to come in and hose us down if we keep at it. What can I say? He’s a little jealous that you get to have all of this.” He gestures down his naked torso with a wink and I just roll my eyes in response. He bends down, fishing out the silver sandal wedges I wore with this dress on the boat, I’m awed at his memory and smile as he hands them to me. The fact he remembered makes me all warm and gooey
really was enamored back then to
for over the top of the dress, it’s short and fitted and feels like cashmere; another Donna Moore purchase on Jake’s expense account, his personal shopper for all things Emma-related, it seems. It’ll take some of the formal out of the look and ward against the slight chill
the buzz of his shaver goes on. He never fully shaves, just keeps his stubble trimmed for that sexy, designer look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him without a five o’clock shadow since the day I met him. Margo, my old mentor and now his PA once more, told me that
it requires no maintenance, it styles itself. I throw on the most basic of
He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, gently kissing my knuckles in a very gentlemanly fashion. “Have you got everything?” His eyes focus on mine, today they look hazy, softer green with hints of silver flecks, relaxed and happy. I nod, lifting
to Jake. Either it’s this season’s hot look or we have a little bit of imitation going on and I can hazard a guess that
everything in here. From paint colors to furniture and he keeps the place pretty neat, despite having a housekeeper that I rarely see. It annoys him that when Daniel comes over, he treats it like a hotel,
slides up, extending his middle finger toward him. The nature of their friendship has always amused me. Jake still has my hand, pulling me with him as he leads the way to the door; I catch Daniel looking me up and down and recoil at that slide of eyes down my legs and over my cleavage. My repulsion of the male sex still intact despite the ability
he’s the exception. Men still make me cringe; I recoil at the touch of a strange man and my skin crawls
another room further down, she has a hoover in hand, off to tend to this apartment and
spooning me from behind. His phone in hand, he’s focused on the screen and walking faster than I am
to his other side, a protective arm
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