Page 13 of Easy Come

I could feel the disappointment through my entire body as he reached down to the quilt folded along the bottom half of the bed and lifted it up over me. He tucked me in without even a brush of his fingertips or mouth. It might just have been because I craved cuddling after good sex, but I badly wanted his touch.

There was no smile as he tucked the quilt around me and pushed a pillow under my head. In fact, it seemed his jaw was slightly strained. He almost looked angry. I wasn't sure how to respond and wondered if I should just climb out of the bed and get dressed.

Then he lowered his mouth to my ear and dropped his deep voice low. "That was a lie. I walked over here because I fucking wanted to watch you come." With that, he turned the lights down and walked out of the room.

I curled into a cozy ball under the quilt, the lubricant and faint feel of the vibrator still fresh in my pussy. With the whiskey and Trey's last words floating around my head, I fell into a luxurious sleep.

Chapter Ten

Trey

Isaton the balcony hoping the brisk night air would extinguish some of the heat, but it seemed the only way I could cool off and stop thinking about the half naked beauty in my bed was to jump feet first into a frozen pond. And even then, I was sure it would take hours for my pulse and heart rate to slow.

My phone buzzed. It was Zane. I drank the last bit of my beer and answered. "Hey."

"How's the sexperiment going?" Aside from his biting wit and the dark copper hair and brown eyes that made the women melt at his feet, Zane was the super brain of the group. In our first year of high school, he'd set a goal to get straight As and a scholarship. He was well on his way until his divorced mother married a disgusting slob of a man. The guy turned out to be an abusive asshole. When Zane caught him trying to strangle his mom, Zane grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed the jerk. The man didn't die, but Zane ended up in a foster home for a year. By the time he returned for his senior year, he'd fallen behind in academics. His enthusiasm for excelling was gone. But he was back on top now and his marketing skills had helped put Plaything on the Fortune 500 list.

"I don't know why I thought I could handle this." I got up and walked to the railing running along the balcony. The night was free of fog, and I could see all the way to the end of the city lights where the ocean began.

"Why is that? Chase said the reporter was one of those hot studious types, with all the right curves and brains to match."

"I'd say Chase was spot on with that description. But like you said, I have to keep my hands to myself or risk getting in trouble. And I'm not sure I've got that kind of control."

"Ah, bullshit, just pull out your phone and dial up one of the many women you have in your contact list. That'll take the edge off."

"Nope, I don't think that's going to do the trick. But I'll get through this. It's for the company, right? That fucking Chase. If he hadn't dumped the owner of the magazine, she wouldn't be so hyped on having an article about Plaything."

"Well you know Chase. Always thinks with his dick. But I'm more interested about what I'm hearing in this phone call. Sounds like Mr. Cool has finally met his match. Who'd have thought the brainy, journalist type was your thing? Although in high school, you did always have a hard on for that cute English teacher."

"Shit, you and that memory of yours. You never forget a fucking thing."

"Forget? You used to sit up front and stare at her like she was some damn centerfold model. Hey, which reminds me, Aidan invited a bunch of models to Sunday night's party. Have you invited your reporter friend? Could be a good place for her to see that we're all just a regular bunch of people running a successful company."

I laughed. "Regular, my ass. Especially when we're drunk and surrounded by models. But I might invite her. It could fit in with my plan." A sound behind me made me turn toward the glass doors leading to the balcony. Georgie had changed back into her dress. Her hair was slightly ruffled. Her cheeks were pink as she waved through the glass.

"I've got to go, Zane. Later." I hung up.

I slid open the door and stepped inside. Georgie avoided looking directly at me as she lifted her phone. "I just scheduled an Uber driver to pick me up."

"What? Why? You're welcome to stay the night. I'll sleep in the guestroom." That suggestion was meant to appease her. Instead, it seemed to make her frown.

"No, I don't want to intrude, and I prefer to sleep in my own bed. I told them I'd wait outside." She still didn't lift her eyes to me.

"Georgie, is everything all right?"

"Yes," she said quickly. "I had a lovely"—her frown turned to a weak smile—"an interesting time. I want to get home and do some writing." She finally lifted her face to me as she tapped her head. "Lots of stuff and reflections floating around up here. Thank you again."

I walked her to the door. "I'll wait outside with you."

"You don't have to. It seems like a very safe neighborhood."

"I have to buzz the car inside the gates." I walked out onto the porch with Georgie and had seriously begun regretting the whole idea. But now the thought of her walking out of my life for good left me with a cold feeling. I didn't want to let her go. I wanted to know her. I wanted to know what she liked to eat for breakfast. I wanted to know about her past and her future. I wanted to know what it felt like to hold her naked in my arms, stuttering my name on long hot whispers as I brought her to climax.

"We're having a cocktail party Sunday night for the company and other important people. I would really like you to come. It might be a good way to do some research."

Two headlights appeared at the gate.

"I'll think about it. Good night, Trey." Georgie hurried down the driveway to meet the car, rushing off as if she wanted to leave my house and never return.

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