Page 59 of Breakaway

“Look, I didn’t tell you the whole story when I talked to you earlier.”

She slowly walked past white upholstered furniture and palms in chrome pots. “What’s the whole story?”

“I was sick yesterday.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you say that? Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, I feel fine now. But I couldn’t write that exam. I was just too sick.”

“Well, in that case…I suppose I could talk to the dean. Was it the flu?”

“Yeah! Yeah, it was the flu.”

Remi’s bullshit radar pinged. “Kyle, are you being honest with me?”

“Of course! Would I lie to you, Remi?”

“Yes. You would. You have. Many times.” She sighed. She’d bailed him out of situations more times than she cared to remember. Helped him with homework. Loaned him money. Jase was right. He was eighteen. He needed to take responsibility for his actions.

“I’m busy right now.” Jase turned away from the reception desk. “I’ll call you back later.”

He lifted a brow as she moved toward him. “Kyle again.” She filled him in on this conversation as they rode the elevator to their room.

“He was hung-over and missed his exam,” Jase said.

“He was not!”

Jase lifted one eyebrow and gave her a crooked smile as the elevator rose.

“You think?”

“I know. I know teenage boys. I used to be one.”

She sighed. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility. Then thoughts of Kyle scattered as she walked into their room.

“This place is amazing!”

Their room—or rather, suite—was immense. Sliding doors opened on to a balcony overlooking red tile roofs interspersed withgreen palm trees and, in the distance, the pale sand of the beach, the azure Pacific Ocean.

She trailed her fingers along the creamy duvet that topped the king-size bed and flopped down onto the chocolate brown couch facing the balcony. “Wow.”

He stored their suitcases in the massive closet and went to shut the doors.

“Wait! I want to change.” She extended her legs. “I can’t wear these boots when it’s so warm here.”

But it took longer to change than she’d thought because once she started taking her clothes off, Jase attacked her. Or maybe she attacked him. Whatever. It didn’t matter, they were hot for each other after a couple of days apart.

Down to her black lace underwear, she went to take the boots off and he said, “Leave them on.” He knelt between her legs, admiring her in her bra and panties and stiletto boots. Her body heated up.

“Now that is a fantasy come to life,” he said with deep satisfaction.

Her toes curled inside her boots.

“Very hot,” he murmured, hands on her thighs. “Like a baby dominatrix.”

“You want to be dominated?” Her heart hammed ferociously. She wasn’t sure about…

“Not really.” He bent over to lick the sensitive flesh of her belly and she shivered. “How about you?”

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