Page 48 of Tempt Me
“Too protective,” she murmurs, glancing over at him again. “And he looks at you the same way Logan used to look at me.”
“Used to?”
She nods, drawing her gaze over to her husband with a soft smile. “In that possessive, jealous way where if he can’t have you, no one can.”
“Humph.” Folding my arms, I sit on the sofa and scrunch down as if it will make me invisible. “I’m in love with him.”
“Pardon?” Serena says, leaning in closer as my muttered words missed her…or did they?
“You heard me, bitch.”
“This is so fucking fun. Why are you here with me then? Go down to your apartment with him. I assume you still have it?”
“You know I can’t do that. Protector/protectee bullshit. My parents would throw a shitfit.”
“Oh, please. If you’re in love and happy, what would they care?”
“I don’t know where his head is at. He is so hot and cold.”
“Ask him.”
“I’ve tried. I’ve tried talking, seducing, masturbating in front of him. I even threatened to force myself on him.”
She snickers.
“Yeah, I know. He’s a giant, but I’m no slouch. I’m sure my blade would slice his flesh just as easily as anyone else’s.”
“Ouch. Something tells me you won’t need to do that.”
Casting my gaze to her, she is chewing her lip thoughtfully. I risk looking up, and I see Isaac staring at me while he slices into an apple. Tearing my gaze quickly away before he can, I hunker further down.
“I don’t know what to do,” I whisper. I can’t go into all the details about the marriage and death and my parents’ plans. Or what I suspect are my parents' plans.
“Have you had sex yet?” Serena whispers.
“Yes. Six days ago. It was fucking amazing.”
“Then you’re already halfway there. He knows what he’s missing. Just make him remember.”
“His willpower is beyond strong.”
“So is yours. If you love him, you have to try.”
Meeting her blue-eyed gaze, I know she’s right. But I’m tired. I’m tired of being rejected by him. It hurts, and my head is all over the place.
“Look,” she says. “I think it’s fair to say that Viktor and Francesca have threatened to cut his balls off if he goes anywhere near you. Even if they haven’t, he knows the score. He’s cautious. Give him time.”
“Yeah.”
“You need to talk to him properly. No seduction, no masturbating. Just lay it out.”
“I’ve tried.”
“Try again, and if he still says no, then you walk away.”
“I don’t want to.”
She sighs. “Then talk to him.”
