Page 5 of Seven Minutes In Heaven
“Somewhere private.” Claire pretended that she could barely hear him over the music and laughter ringing through the party. “Somewhere quiet. We really should talk.”
He nodded. “I suppose that’s a good idea. You must have a lot of questions for me, and it would be best to stay unfiltered as opposed to when we’re around my…”
Claire turned before he could finish his sentence. The closest room that offered any privacy was the empty coat closet.
Yeah. She really had no fucks to give.
“What the…” Jake only followed her so he could ask, “what are you doing?”
Once they were both in the closet, Claire closed and barred the door. Not that anyone would bother them in there. It was so far out of the way and out of use that not even the cleaning staff had anything to do with it. The rabble of the party outside was loud enough to drown out anything they said – or yelled.
The more Claire thought about it, the more she started fantasizing about unzipping this man’s pants and having her way with him. Just like Arthur had his way with his women.
She was going to enjoy this.
“Hey…”
Claire curled her hand around the back of Jake’s head and brought him down for their first kiss.
She wasn’t normally this aggressive – or foolish. Yet the feelings festering in her gut and making her heart explode in both anger and indifference begged her to find some sort of outlet. Any outlet. Preferably, a sexual one.
Jake really had nice lips, huh? Even when they were pulling away from hers and saying, “Whoa!”
Claire laughed. The narrow closet forced them together, but she remained pressed against the wall. Those two inches were the only thing separating their bodies. “Whoa, yeah.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Jake hissed.
“Are you kidding me? You’ve been flirting with me from the moment we first made eye contact. You trying to tell me that youdon’twant me, Mr. Jake?”
“You’re… you’re his…”
“I’m not anybody’s woman.” That’s what Claire had to tell herself to make it through this farce of an engagement and subsequent marriage. “No woman belongs to any man.”
“But…”
Claire wrapped her arms around his shoulders. So sturdy. Sostrong.Just imagine what he could do to her in this closet! “Shut up and fuck me, Jake. Ain’t nobody gonna know what we do in here.”
It took him about two seconds to figure out what he wanted to do. Like a typical man, he chose sex over reason every time.
