Page 41 of Ravage

I sigh. "Look. Whatever this is." I wave a hand across the space between us. "I think we should see where it goes. If nothing else, there is clearly a lot of sexual chemistry between us."

"So... we should fuck it out and see if you can get me out of your system?" He leans forward to rest his forearms on the edge of the table.

I obviously find this attractive, because my stomach flutters the same way as it did at the sight of his arms on Saturday night.

"And if you can get me out of yours."

He chuckles and takes another swig of beer. "I don't have the same issues with emotions that you do, Imogen. I can have sex without feelings, but it doesn't send me over the edge if I end up feeling something more."

I sigh. "Look... I have issues, okay? Apparently more than I realised until our little escapade last week. I was raised by a pair of shitty humans, who hated everything about me and my natural instincts. Then, when I escaped their influence, I ended up marrying a man who told me I was a slut for wanting satisfaction in the bedroom. Since my divorce, I've refused to allow anyone tomake me feel shit about who I am. And maybe that's resulted in me building some pretty tall walls around myself."

As I speak, his expression shifts, the arrogance slipping away with each admission I make.

He cocks his head. "Okay. Well, that explains a lot. And I get it. Relationships are hard. My ex put me through the wringer. I can't relate to the parents' part because my family is great. Although my younger brother can be a bit of a dick."

I laugh. "Well, my sister is great, so I guess at least we both have family we actually like." I incline my head. "What happened with your ex?"

He shrugs. "She cheated with her personal trainer. Who also happened to be my personal trainer. So, it made it pretty fucking uncomfortable."

I grimace. "That's rough... I don't get why she'd do that... I mean, we've fucked, and you were pretty damn skilled, so it's not like she could claim dissatisfaction in the bedroom."

He chokes on his next sip of beer, spluttering as he laughs. "Jesus. I wasn't expecting that." He shakes his head. "No. It definitely wasn't an issue with sex. She couldn't handle the demands of my job. I work long hours and when I was on night shifts, we could go days without actually seeing each other, despite living in the same house. She's shacked up with him now, so I guess a personal trainer’s hours were more her jam."

I run my gaze over him. "Shame. Cause the way you wear the shit out of that uniform..." I let the sentence hang between us.

That cocky smirk reappears slowly. "You have a thing for my uniform, Imogen?"

I shrug. "I mean, I have eyes. And your arse looks damn good in those pants."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "This is the most frank conversation I've ever had with a woman, not gonna lie."

I shrug. "You'll probably find that I have no issues in communicating about what I like and what I don't like." I drain the last ofmy drink and set the glass down on the table. "So, what do you say, Cam? You interested in seeing if this is something we can fuck out?"

He studies me for a moment. "I'm definitely interested. But I need to be wooed first. A little food. A little drinking. Maybe a little dancing."

I stiffen. "So, you want to go on a date first?"

A sigh escapes him, yet the smile doesn't fade. "You are seriously hung up on this feelings thing, aren't you? Yes, I want to take you on a date first. Even if we both hate it, we can hate fuck at the end, if that's what you want. But if we're doing this, we're going out first."

I grit my teeth. "Fine."

He chuckles again. "I'll pick you and your frown up on Friday night, then. And you can try your best to sulk through the whole thing, if you feel the need."

"I won't be sulking when we hate fuck, at least."

We grin at each other, and I'll be damned if those stupid flutters don't keep on fluttering.

Friday night is going to be interesting.

18

CONNELL HAS SHARED THE CONTACT "DIRTY GIRL" WITH YOU

Cam

I need your help.

Connell

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