Page 104 of Crazy In Love
“I don’t really seek out friends.” I shrugged. “But yes. For you, I’ll bend the rules.”
“Why would you bend the rules for me?” she asked as she reached for her glass of wine.
“Because you have a perfect pussy and a good eye for design.”
Wine spewed from her mouth, and she grabbed her napkin as I roared with laughter.
“You just say whatever you think, don’t you?” she asked.
“I speak the truth, angel.”
Because she did have a perfect pussy and a good eye for design.
And I appreciated them both.
twenty-eight
. . .
Emilia
To saythat I’d had the best few days of my life was an understatement. Bridger and I had spent the whole day together yesterday. We’d bundled up and walked along the Champs-Élysées, spent a few hours at the Louvre, and enjoyed an amazing private boat tour along the Seine.
I’d been involved in lengthy relationships that never had as many moments or memories as we’d managed to pack into this short trip to Paris.
When we weren’t sightseeing, we’d spent our time in bed, exploring one another’s bodies. I’d had more firsts than I could count.
My first experience with no-strings-attached sex.
My first time having my wrists restrained.
My first orgasm during sex.
My first time having shower sex, as well as sex on a balcony while staring at the Eiffel Tower.
The biggest surprise was when he’d asked me to stay last night and to sleep in his bed, which I did.
And now it was all coming to an end as we sat side by side on a private plane heading home.
Back to reality.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he said as he sipped his cappuccino.
“Did you hear that Cami got divorced?” I said suddenly.
His gaze narrowed. “Who?”
“Cami Rogers. Your high school girlfriend.”
“No. I haven’t spoken to her in years. And after you shared with me how she’d treated you, I don’t have any desire to ever speak to her again.”
“You have blind loyalty to me now?” I pushed my tongue into my cheek.
“Don’t pick a fight with me, angel. It doesn’t suit you. If you have something to say, you should just say it. I don’t do passive-aggressive bullshit.”
“I’m notpickinga fight. We always fight.”
“But we don’t fight about Cami fucking Rogers. She’s a woman I haven’t spoken to in more than a decade. Our relationship wasn’t deep. It was teenage sex and ditching school. Nothing more.”
