Page 39 of Ravage

"This is all your fault. You told me to talk to Cam, and now it's all just worse," I snap.

He chuckles. "I take it this is about that heated exchange between you both before he left. Looked like you were enjoying yourself."

I growl. "Well, looks can be deceiving."

He sighs and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Isn't it exhausting, living in denial like this?"

"I'm not in denial. I already admitted I had feelings. But now I'm just annoyed."

He smirks. "No, you're fucking horny. It's easy to mix up the two, I'll admit. And I'd offer to help, but I don't think it's my cock you need right now."

I raise an eyebrow. "So, what, now that Cam has fucked with my head, we don't play together anymore?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'll happily keep playing with you. But this horniness isn't just about release. It's about the fact that he has you in a chokehold, and you are craving his delicious cock more than mine right now." There's no trace of jealousy in his expression as he delivers those words with a smirk. "Might I suggest calling the man and asking him to fuck your brains out? You have no trouble conveying your needs to me, so what's the problem?"

I glower at him. "You know exactly what the problem is. With us, it's just sex. With Cam there's-"

He waves his hand as he cuts me off. "Feelings. Yes, you've mentioned that. Still not seeing the problem here."

"The problem is, he's going to want more."

Sebastian shakes his head. "Did he say he wanted more?"

"No, but guys like that always want more. He's the sort of guy who comes from a happy family and wants the same thing for himself." My voice drops. "He's not like us."

Sebastian gets up, coming to crouch beside me while I look down at my hands. "While I admit that he doesn't seem to be as broken as us, unless he actually tells you he wants a family with you, perhaps give him the benefit of the doubt that he is old enough to decide for himself what he wants?" He runs a comforting hand up and down my back.

He might be my boss. He might be the guy I fuck when I need a release. But he's also one of my closest friends. And apparently, he knows I'm being a complete chicken, and he is more than happy to call me out on it.

"I know you've got issues because of your parents. And I know Chris was a raging dickhead who never deserved you. But it is possible to find happiness without losing who you are, if it's the right person."

I suck in a breath. "But what if he wants me to give up working here? To give up all the things I enjoy."

He pushes my hair behind my ear. "Then he's not the right person for you. But you won't ever find that out if you don't at least entertain the possibility of seeing how this goes. At least fuck him again if you just need to get it out of your system. But from how you've both spoken to me, that first time has well and truly left its mark on each of you."

"What did he say to you?" I ask, trying not to show too much interest.

He chuckles and stands back up. "Not happening.If you want to find out how he's feeling, then you need to talk to him. And might I suggest doing it soon, because I'd like the friendly version of Imogen back. This grumpy one, whilst sexy as fuck, is grating on my nerves."

And just like that, the pep talk is over, and we're back to business as usual.

That evening, I stare at the number I pulled from Cam's client file. He did tell me to get in touch, so it's not like I violated his privacy by looking it up. Still, I’d resisted the urge to dig any deeper. Sebastian ran a full background check before asking Connell to invite him to the club night, so I could easily find out everything about him. But that feels wrong.

Not brave enough to actually call him, I type out a quick text before I chicken out.

Imogen

Drinks. Tonight. I think we need to talk.

Cam

Just tell me the time and place.

His reply came through in less than thirty seconds, and he has obviously worked out it's me. Unless he's got someone else so strung out on his dick...

Imogen

You didn't need to check who was messaging you?

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