Page 23 of Heartless
Chapter Seven—I forbid it
Jake
I stacked my coffee mug in the dishwasher and tagged my cell.Morrison’s girl had enthusiastically agreed to every date and seemed to have no close friends except for the Ashford girl.Every time she’d asked about my life, I’d made it as boring as possible.It worked, she’d stopped asking.The girl was a smiler.A giggler.And a fucking talker.It was tedious as fuck, but it served me well.I now knew that Kimmy couldn’t stand her, which didn’t surprise me, and that she considered Joel her half-brother.She didn’t know whatever the motherfucker had in store for her and still thought it was paternal love.The more I pretended to care, the faster she was getting attached.She was hungry for affection, and with women that often translated into sexual need.
But I couldn’t fuck her.
Every time I’d gotten semi-hard, I’d look into those fucking eyes, and ice would run in my veins.
I texted her.
Jake:I want to see you.
The reply came seconds later.
Sienna:When?
I pushed on the call button.She picked up after the first ring.
“Good morning, Jake.”
“Hey, sweetheart.Did you sleep well?”
“Yes.What about you?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
She made one of those purring sounds women did when they were happy.“Me too,” she whispered.
Hooked, line, and sinker.
Time to reel the bait in.“Are you free for dinner?”
“Tonight?”
“Yes."
“Nigel wants to introduce me to one of his friends who’s a publisher, and we’re supposed to—”
