Page 13 of Wicked Sinner
Jenny's eyes go wide. "Bridget!"
"I know!" I bury my face in my hands. "I don't know what came over me. It was like I was possessed or something. I've never done anything like that before."
"Was it good?" she asks smugly. “It must have been, right?”
I peek at her through my fingers. "It was incredible. Like, life-changing incredible. I didn't even know sex could feel like that."
"Then why do you look like someone died?" She chuckles, fishing out a handful of chips. “C’mon, Bridg, it was justsex. Great, life-changing, world-shattering sex, apparently, but it doesn’t have to mean anything.” She peers at me. “Or is that why you’re so upset? Because it won’t happen again?”
“Ugh. I don’tknow. That’s why I brought you over here.” I straighten up, running my hands through my hair. “And I guess I feel like an idiot. He waved his money and his dick around, got what he wanted, and left. Just like I knew he would. Just like men like him always do."
"Men like him?" Jenny raises an eyebrow.
"Rich. Arrogant. Used to getting whatever he wants whenever he wants it." I start pacing around the kitchen. "He showed up at my shop in the middle of the night, demanded I fix his car, and threw money at me until I agreed. That's not the kind of man who sticks around. That's the kind of man who takes what he wants and moves on."
"Did you want him to stick around?"
I huff out a breath. “Of course not. But that’s the point. It didn’t matter what I wanted. He made it clear it was a one-time thing."
"How?"
"By leaving without asking for my number or giving me his. By saying 'it was nice meeting you' like we'd just shaken hands at a church social instead of having the best sex of my life." I lean against the counter, suddenly deflated. "I'm such an idiot."
"You're not an idiot," Jenny says firmly. "You're a woman who had a great night with a hot guy. That's not a bad thing, Bridget. You're allowed to have fun. Anyway, whatdidyou want?To be the one to reject him? It sounds like you both got what you wanted.”
She’s right, but I still feel… off. I look at her, my shoulders dropping. "But I don't have fun. I work. I fix cars. I pay bills. I don't have wild sex with strangers in my garage."
"Maybe you should more often," she says with a grin. "Sounds like you needed it."
I can't help but laugh. "Yeah, well, it's not like hot billionaires show up at my shop every night."
"Billionaire?" Jenny's eyebrows shoot up. "How do you know he's a billionaire?"
"I don't know for sure, but he was driving a brand-new Ferrari and threw around ten grand like it was nothing. Plus, he had this whole… presence about him. Like he was used to being the most powerful person in the room."
“Maybe he is. I’m sure Miami has no shortage of men like that.” Jenny polishes off her sandwich. “It was a good time, Bridget. A good time that I, personally, think you desperately needed. You worksohard. You don’t make any time for yourself. It’s like you think goofing off at all will disrespect your father’s memory or something…”
“I don’t think he’d like me fucking a stranger in his garage.” I feel myself blush to the roots of my hairline. “Oh god, Jenny?—”
“It’syourgarage now,” she says with a grin. “Sounds like you just christened it to me.”
My blush only deepens as her grin widens. “Come on,” she insists. “I want details. Was he big?”
I glare at her, but she holds my gaze. “Fine,” I relent. “Yes. He washuge. And pierced.”
Jenny’s eyes go as wide as I’d expected.“What?Okay, I need more. Tell me everything.”
She eggs me on until I do, recounting all the lurid details of the hookup in between bites of turkey sandwich. All the way until I stop short, remembering how it all happened at the end.
“Oh shit.” I drop the last bit of my sandwich, a cold feeling running down my spine.
“What?” Jenny leans forward, and I look at her.
“He didn’t pull out.”
Her eager-for-gossip expression vanishes, replaced by the no-nonsense nurse that I’m too familiar with. She stares at me. "What do you mean he didn't pull out?"
"I mean exactly what I said. He came inside me. A lot." I feel my face burning with embarrassment, but I force myself to continue. "I was so caught up in the moment, and he felt so good, and I wasn't thinking clearly. I didn't even realize until just now."
