Page 92 of A Dirty Business
“What’s wrong?” He was panting a little bit. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”
Yes, but not him.
I felt hollow once again, and I was starting to think I’d always be hollow.
“It was, but ... I’m a mess right now. I gotta go home.” I waved a hand toward him. “Before I do something I’ll regret.”
He flinched before stepping back again. “Didn’t think we were like that, but okay. I can take a hint.” He began walking back to the bar. “Take care of yourself, Jess.”
I started after him. “Brian—”
He ignored me, the door slamming shut behind him.
Goddamn. I was making a mess of everything around me.
My phone buzzed then.
Trace:Where are you?
I closed my eyes, because just a text had my body warming all the way back up. Him. It was him for me, and my body had chosen, and I was so screwed.
But I responded, giving in once again.
I was sliding toward those gates of hell.
I was starting to welcome the heat of being wrong.
Me:Heading to my place now.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
TRACE
Me:Are you sleeping?
My phone buzzed when the elevators opened for my floor.
Jess:No.
Me:Where exactly are you?
Jess:In bed, just not asleep.
I went to the bar, poured a whiskey, and took it with me to the bathroom. After turning the shower on, I stepped back and began taking my clothes off.
Me:I want you naked.
I began stroking myself, waiting for her, envisioning her lying there, considering it.
Jess:I can’t do this with you.
Me:Take your clothes off and wet your lips, baby. Now.
Jess:These texts could be evidence.
Me:I’m hard already and I’m getting harder. Do it. Now.
Head back, eyes closed, I kept going, imagining her right now, seeing her sliding her pants down, her underwear next.
