Page 4 of Prey Tell
“Fine. Don’t tell me. But I’ll find out.”
She smirks. “Fine.”
“So, that’s it? You obviously turned his offer down,” I growl.
“Of course I did. I’m not—that’s not who I am. I want my first time to be with someone I trust. Someone I care about, and someone who will be gentle.”
“That’s right,” I tell her, pushing off the counter and turning toward the dishwasher, before I get in over my head.
Calm down, Ravage.
“Your first time should be with someone who will revere you,” I murmur, popping in some detergent and then pressing start. “Someone who will make your toes curl and your eyes roll so far back in your head that you’ll see white.” I’m still facing the sink. I can’t face her while I say this, but she needs to hear it. “Someone who will make you wonder what the fuck you’ve been missing out on. Not some guy at a party. Not in some random bedroom in a house you’ve never been to. Somewhere meaningful—with someone who will treat you like a seven-course meal.”
When I turn around, I don’t expect the look on Parker’s face. It’s almost… triumphant?
“I agree,” she says, her voice clear and resolute. “Which is why I’m going to ask you to hear me out before you say no.”
I narrow my eyes. “Okay…”
She clears her throat and pulls her phone out from the pocket in her dress. I want to laugh, because dress pockets are another Parker-ism I’ve come to adore. She refuses to wear dresses without them.
I’ve seen her pull out full-sized books from the depths of her skirts.
“Chase,” she starts, pinning me with the same look she gives to anyone she expects will challenge her. Standing straighter, she gives me a soft smile. “I’ve been thinking—since the party, that is—”
“Parker,” I warn, not liking the sound of this one bit.
“I think you should take my virginity. Tonight.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and rub the bridge of my nose. Exhaling slowly, I open my eyes again to Parker’s hopeful expression.
“What?” I growl, crossing my arms.
I’d love nothing more than to knock her legs apart and wrap them around my waist while I fuck her into this counter, but there aresomany reasons that can never happen.
Does she realize howfuckingtempting she is? Always—not just tonight.
I’ve held Juliet Parker on a pedestal for years.
“Before you freak out, let me read off the list I created in the taxi earlier.”
I groan. “Of fucking course you have a list. Leave it to you, Parker, to be the best at selecting the person to take your virginity.”
She gives me a wry smile. “You know I have to be the best at everything. Why would this be any different?”
Sighing, I rub my mouth, trying to distract myself from the way every nerve ending seems to be firing off inside of me at once.
I think you should take my virginity. Tonight.
“Go on, then. I wouldn’t want your list to go to waste.”
She wastes no time—almost like she expected this. “First, you’re my brother’s best friend. The stakes are high for you. You’d be gentle and caring because of Jackson. You’d never want to lose him.”
I never want to lose you either, Parker.
I watch her as she continues her little list of reasons why I should fuck her. And with every word that leaves her lips, I lose another fraction of my resolve.
“Two, you come from money. Should our tryst end in an unexpected pregnancy, I know you could—and would—provide for me.”
