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“I didn’t think using your initials would be smart, in case Justin noticed when my phone notifications pop up. I was aiming for boring.”
“You succeeded.”
She huffed a breath, then crossed to the far side of the bed and sat down, lifting her legs up and leaning on the pillows. She kept distance between us. Probably a good idea, because this close I could smell something like berries—her shampoo, maybe? And it brought back too many memories.
“So, we just sit here until he goes to his room?”
“We can watch TV.” I nodded my head toward the big flat-screen on the wall across from where we were sitting.
She narrowed her eyes. “Do you normally bring someone to your room to watch TV?”
Damn it, she was right. I’d yet to bring anyone to this room, but Fitch wasn’t going to believe our story if he heard the TV. He claimed he wouldn’t hear anything, but the TV was on the wall that backed onto the hallway. “Right. No TV. Music?”
A fake smile. “Maybe your seduction playlist?”
“I don’t have a playlist for that.”
She pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them. “Candles? To set the mood?”
“I don’t have any fucking candles. Can we focus on why you’re here? I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. We just need to make sure Fitch thinks you’re sexing up in here.”
Fine. If that was what she wanted. I pushed up to my knees and bounced the bed. It made a satisfying squeak.
She stared at me. “What are you doing?”
“Sexing up, as requested.”
“Really? Is that your normal? Because I don’t recall quite this much bed rocking.”
My mind went back to that night, and based on the red in her cheeks, hers did too. We’d been much smoother than that. My cock was fond of those memories, but I needed to focus on something else.
“How about less pounding into the mattress and something more like lovemaking.” Was that what she’d thought we’d been doing? “He’s got the TV on, right? He can’t hear that much.”
I sat back against the pillows. “As you wish.”
She squinted at me. “If we hear him walking this way, I’ll moan for you. That protect your reputation?”
“You moan and I’ll bounce, and it’ll be great. He’ll tell stories of our encounter.”
That smile tried to peek out again. “As long as you change the names to protect…”
I smirked. “Not quite the innocent.”
She shook her head. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. What do you need to know?”
My gaze slid over the furniture, the curtains, and finally rested on her. “What exactly did my parents do to your family?”
Chapter 19
Yes, yes, YES!
Jess
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I knew Justin wasn’t handling the Denny thing well, which he’d proved by agreeing to go to the All-Star Game when I brought it up. He wouldn’t talk about it though. He’d refused to say anything ten years ago when he and Mia broke up, and he went to New York. He wouldn’t talk about Sharleen after she pushed him onto the scandal sheets. He definitely didn’t talk about it now.
