Taking out his cell phone he holds out his hand, wiggling his long fingers. “Give me your phone, Sweet Pea.”
“Ha! No.” I tap my fingers on the table top and frown at the man who thinks he can move right back into the same spot with me as we were way back then.
Turning his phone around, he shows me the screen. There’s a set of a woman’s long legs on the screen and the capital letters P and H. “Welcome to the Polyamory Handler, Britt. This is how I made my money. It’s a little genius app I created.”
“Polyamory?” I look at the screen and see where it has a wolf on it that looks as if it's whistling.
“That’s the name of a lifestyle that some people like to lead. And by the way you’re talking, you’re one of the people who are actively living that exact lifestyle.” He taps the screen and several green blinking dots are on a map.
As I look closer, I can see the street names and the dots are right here in New York City. “And what kind of lifestyle am I living?”
“You said it yourself. You’re seeing more than one man.” He taps the screen again and holds the phone up and takes a picture of me.
“Stop that!” I try to grab the camera and he pulls it back so I can’t.
“You will be my new number one in New York. What do you think about that, Sweetcakes?” He taps something on his phone. My name, most likely. “Hell, you know what, I’m making you my number one of them all. That’s quite an accomplishment being I haven’t even found out if you’re still a great roll in the hay. I’m sure you are. I taught you after all.”
With a laugh, I say, “You won’t be finding that out. Make me your number zero, Jason. I’m not about to become a number on any list of yours.”
He cocks his head, making the light above us catch his damn gorgeous eyes. “Baby, why are you playing so hard to get? You know you want a piece of this as much as I want a piece of that.”
He has such nerve and audacity!
My finger starts wagging in his face as I say, “Listen to me, Mister. I don’t want a piece of you. I’ve had it and the sides that come with that make me sick. And as far as you wanting a piece of me, well, that’s no big surprise. I’ve seen you glance at three other females in this establishment in the half hour we’ve been here.”
He looks at me with so much surprise on his handsome face it makes me want to knock the expression right off it. He takes my finger and pulls my hand to his face. I gulp as he puts my finger in his mouth and twirls his tongue around it while he looks right at me.
My stomach goes very tight and I have to clamp my knees together to stop myself from spreading my legs right her for the damn man. “Jason, stop.” It comes out in a moan and now his eyes are lighting up.
Taking my finger out of his mouth, he smiles at me. “Britt, you were going to take that guy home and sleep with him, anyway. Sex was on your agenda. Just let it be with me instead of the dude you didn’t even know.”
“No.” I stare at him and hold my jaw firm.
“Yes, Baby. What’s the difference?” His dark eyebrows arch up with his question.
“Because he meant nothing to me and you do.”
We stare at each other for what seems like forever. His hand moves over my cheek and he pulls me to him.
I don’t know why I’m letting him do this. Kissing him is the worst idea in the history of ideas. He takes my lips but only barely.
An ache begins in them. They want to feel his soft lips on them so damn bad. But he holds them just a hair away from mine. Then he pulls back and looks at me.
“You know you want me.”
I nod. “So?”
“Just give in.”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
He lets my face go and leans his elbow on the table and props his head in his hand. “Britt, you told me your heart is cold now. You’re all dead inside now because of what I did to you. Let me fix you. The idea of you living a lonely life with no husband and family is just too much for me to have on my back. I had no intention of fucking up your entire life. Give me a chance to fix you. What do you have to lose? You said it yourself, your heart is already hard, I can’t make it any harder, can I?”
“I think you can, Jason. I think you are the one person who can make it even worse. To be on your roster isn’t a thing I want. You see, I want to be your one and only or nothing at all.” I look at him and let my words sink in.
He looks at me then looks at the other women in the little café. Then his eyes come back to me. “What if I let all the others go? Then would you give me a shot?”
I shake my head. “We both know you’d get a new set. You can’t be monogamous.”
He lets out a loud huff. “Look, Britt, you aren’t even into monogamy either so what’s the big deal?”
“I wish you could understand me. With you, I can’t deal with sharing you with other women. End of story, Jason.” I look away and see a woman looking at Jason very openly. So I ask her, “Would you like to take my place here, lady?”
She nods. “In a heartbeat. I’ve never seen a man that damn good looking having to beg any woman for anything. He’s all but getting on his knees for your stubborn ass. If you don’t want him, get the hell out of the way. I’ll give him what he wants.”
I look back at Jason who is only looking at me, this time, anyway. “And that, in a nutshell, is why I don’t want to start anything up with you again. Women throw themselves at you for some reason. It’s like you give off this pheromone that calls out to them. And I can’t take it.”
With a long sigh, I get up and start to walk out of the café. My hand hits the door and I feel him right behind me. “I can stop. I can see only you, Britt. I can.”
I don’t even look back. “Why would you even want to try to do that? You get more ass than most men even care to have.”
His hands move around my waist as he nuzzles my neck. “I only want you. I didn’t realize it until I saw you again. But you’re the only one I want.”
An evil plan starts to build in my head and it makes me kind of ashamed of myself for even letting the idea flit through my head. “Let’s go to your car, Jason. I’d like to make you an offer.”
He takes my hand and pulls me out of the café. With long strides, he leads me to his car, and the driver jumps out to open the door for us. I slide inside and he gets in behind me, looking at me with a lot of hope in his eyes.
We’ll see if that hope stays there when I tell him what my offer is. Because I don’t see this super alpha male accepting what I’m about to put on the table.
At least once he rejects the offer then I can go home and this little scene will be over for good. The fact is, I’ve always had a super weakness for this man and the longer I spend around him the harder it is to stop myself from giving into what my body wants.
Jason’s touch has always worked magic on me and my body is begging my brain to give in. Only my brain knows the aftermath of being with Jason. It’s heartbreaking, mind-numbing, horrific pain.
“Tell me, Baby,” he says as he takes both of my hands in his and we take off.
“First, I want you to take me to your place.”
“Donovan, home please.”
His driver answers quickly, “Yes, sir.”
“What else, Baby?” he looks at me with a weird little nervousness to his handsome face. “Anything you ask me is a yes, just so you know.”
We’ll see about that.
“I want you to see me and only me.”
He nods. “Not a problem. I can do that.”
“And I’ll continue to do whatever and whoever I want to.”
His gorgeous face falls with my words. “What?”
Chapter 5
JASON
“No,” I tell her as she’s just said the most ludicrous shit I’ve ever heard. “What makes you think I can stand to see you with anyone else, either?”
“I didn’t say you could stand it,” she says as she twirls one dark curl with her well-manicured finge
r. The red painted nail peeks in and out of the dark lock of hair and takes my attention.
“Baby, I never made you see me with another women. So that’s not even fair.” I pull that finger out of her hair and place her hand on my leg then run my hand up her arm. “Why would you want to hurt me?”
Even as the words leave my mouth, I know what her reason is. Her grin makes me shudder. I really have created a monster.
“Why did you ever want to hurt me?”
Stroking her arm, I say, “I didn’t. You see what happens. Women come to me. I don’t go up to any of them and try to get into their pants. It’s the other way around, Baby. It’s very hard to turn away something like that.”
Her face gets all squished up, and she makes an awful face. “Jason, women turn down men’s advances on a daily basis. Do you have any idea how many I turn down, myself?”
“No, and I don’t really want to even know that.”
“Well, maybe you should watch me. Maybe then you could learn how to turn them down without being a complete ass about it.” Her fingers move over my thigh toward my cock. “Simply say the word, don’t.”
I laugh. “But I want you to touch me there, Snickerdoodle.” I move my hand to help her get to where she was going, and she yanks it away before I can do that.
“The problem is you want anyone to touch you there.” She levels her eyes on me as she makes her point.
“Not everyone,” I counter.
Her arms cross over her chest. “I caught you with the most unattractive girls in our town. I caught you with girls you said you didn’t even think were pretty.”
I stifle a laugh as I say, “Baby, ugly girls need love too.”
Her pretty green eyes roll. “You aren’t the only male in the world. It’s not up to you to pleasure every female who asks you to.”
“Not all asked me to pleasure them. Most of them asked only to pleasure me. Now tell me how a person says no to that!” I think I’m making my point.
“Speaking of that.” She looks at me very intently. “How did it happen that night with the tramp down the street from my house? I’ve always wondered how that incident occurred.”
“You don’t really want to know that, Sweet potato.” I take her hand and kiss her palm.
Her eyes spark for only a moment as I know it sends a heat to her pleasure palace because it sends the same thing to mine. She licks her lips and says, “I do. So please tell me.”
“Fine. I was driving down the street, almost to your house, as you well know, a mere three doors away from rolling up at your house. Well, that chick was standing in the middle of the road. So I had to stop or run her ass over.”
“I wish you would have,” she says with a frown.
“You don’t want to hear this, Baby.”
She nods. “Please tell me.”
“Okay. She comes up to my window after I stop and asks me if I have a light for her cigarette. She’s dying for one and she can’t find a light anywhere.”
“You don’t even smoke,” she says as she looks at me like I’m lying to her.
I run my hand over her cheek. “That’s right, Baby. So you know I told her I didn’t have a light, and she started shaking and said she was upset because her boyfriend had just broken up with her and then she looked at me with tear-filled eyes and asked if she could get in and talk to me for just a minute.”
“Really?” Britt rolls her eyes and this time I think they go back into her head a little. “That trampy whore!”
“And I knew I shouldn’t let her in the truck but she ran around and got in the passenger side. She was bawling and telling me how she did everything for the guy and he broke up with her because she didn’t know how to give a blowjob and he told her if she wouldn’t do that for him then they were done.”
Britt’s hand moves over her stomach. “Okay, you can stop. I’m about to puke. I get it. You were just teaching her how to do that. Oh, fuck, tell the driver to stop!”
“Donovan, pull over, please. She’s about to spew!”
The car pulls to the side and I grab Brittany and pull her across my lap as I open the door a little and she barfs out of it. The fact I’ve made her physically ill makes me sick too.
I’m sick of being this man. I’ve gone through my life thinking I’m not really hurting anyone by what I’ve done or am doing. But the fact is I have.
I loved this woman who’s laid out over me, throwing up because of a memory of how she felt when she caught me doing what I thought was a good deed.
Okay, I’m simplifying that a bit. I knew I was dead wrong to let that chick do that to me. Not only was it wrong, but I was right there, way too close to the house the girl I loved was waiting for me at.
“Britt, I’m so sorry, Baby. I am. I told you, you didn’t want to hear that story.” I pull her hair back as she makes a terrible sound and I can hear the splatter of her puke hitting the pavement.
She pulls her head back in. “I’m okay now. I got it all out. I think the food didn’t settle right. I haven’t eaten anything like that in three years. That’s all. It wasn’t the story. It was just…”
I feel her stomach lurch and she makes a dry heave. “It was the story, Baby. I’m sorry.”
Grabbing a tissue from a box I keep in the back of my car for occasions other than puking, I wipe her mouth and help her sit up. With a kiss to her cheek, I can feel the heat in it.
“Jason, I really can’t do this with you. I just can’t.” She lays her head on my shoulder and sniffles.
“We can go now, Donovan,” I call out to him.
“Jason, take me home, please.”
I kiss the side of her head. “I am taking you home. To my home and you and I are going to spend the night together. No sex, just holding each other. I think you need to know how much I loved you and still do. I’m sorry for all I’ve done and I’m vowing to right my wrongs, Britt.”
She takes in a deep breath. “Do you have any idea of how it feels, Jason? Has anyone ever hurt you?”
“It hurt me when you left for college and never talked to me again. It hurt like hell. I couldn’t just show up at your house and make you forgive me. You were gone. I had no idea how to even find you. Your parents refused to give me your address or your new phone number. It was pure hell not being able to talk to you.”
She traces small circles on my leg with her fingertip as she says, “I picked up my phone about a hundred and fifty times to call you that first week at school. I missed the sound of your voice. I was mad as hell at you as the entire neighborhood knew what you’d been doing that night. But I missed you anyway, and I wanted to talk to you so damn bad.”
“I wish you would’ve called me. I went off the deep end after that. I screwed anything I could. When my uncle asked me to move to Wisconsin with him, I did and found a whole new crop of women to conquer. Little by little, I expanded my range and as my uncle gained success in the software industry, he taught me things that would eventually allow me to make that app that made me rich.”
“Then my not calling was a blessing to you, Jason.” She sniffles again.
“Maybe. But I still wish you would’ve called.” I kiss the side of her head as we pull up to the building my penthouse is in. “I’ll let us out, Donovan. Thanks.”
I get out and wrap my arm around Britt as she leans into me. She seems very weak, and it makes me feel awful. Only a couple of hours ago she was this vibrant woman with her head held high and looking as if she was on top of the world.
My little story from the past has knocked her back down and I hate myself for that. I will right my wrongs and fix things for her. She’ll see. I’ll make her believe in love again.
I have to.
As we go inside the lobby, I lead her to the elevator that goes up to the penthouse. “I’m going to make you a glass of wine and put you into one of my T-shirts and cuddle you all night long, Baby. Then in the morning, I’m going to make you my famous cheese omelet you used to like so much. Then you an
d I are going to charter a jet and go to Marina Del Rey and take a sunset cruise.”
“You’re putting too much into one day.” She wraps her arms around me tight. “I’ll give you this night but that’s all I’m giving you.”
My heart stops. “You’ll give me tonight?”
She nods and sighs. “You have me for tonight but then you have to let me go, Jason.”
But I know I can’t do that. “How about I trade this night for an entire week? A week with just me and you.”
The elevator doors open and I step out with her into my penthouse. She lets me go and looks around. “Nice.”
“I had it decorated by one of New York’s best decorators.” I watch her looking around the very expensive place.
“Donna Brosig?” she asks.
Alarm bells ring as she’s right about the woman’s name and that makes me nervous as Donna is one of my New York women.
“You know her?” I ask as I try to act cool and go to get a bottle of wine out of the chiller in the kitchen.
“Yes, I do. She decorated my apartment here too.”
Fuck!
“How coincidental,” I say as I open a bottle and let it breathe but grab a bottle of Scotch and take a swig right out of the bottle.
“She and I get along well and have lunch on occasion.” She’s walking around, running her hands over the expensive leather furniture. “I have at least four of the same pieces she decorated your place with.”
I find my legs are shaking as she stops to look out the window at the skyline. I can see her wheels turning. So I hurry and pour her a glass of wine and take it to her.
“Here, Pumpkin-britches.” She takes the wine and holds it as she looks at me with narrowed eyes.
“Well, she is a very sought after decorator.” I take a sip of the wine I have in my hand and loop my arm through hers, pulling her along with me to the bedroom. “Let’s get you a toothbrush and get ourselves out of these clothes and into something that’s more comfortable.”
“You know she has this very serious boyfriend,” she says as she comes with me. “His name is Kyle, just like your middle name, Jason.”
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