Page 34 of Tempting God

“There. Now, go.”

Glancing in the mirror, I bite back a groan. I look thoroughly fucked. My lips are swollen, my make-up is slightly smeared, and my skin is glowing. Grant meets my gaze in the mirror.

“Go, Greer.”

Shifting past him, I leave the bathroom first. He follows, stopping to say something to the flight attendant. The only word I catch is ‘girlfriend’. Keeping my head high, I slip into my seat, buckling my seat belt. No one even glanced our way. In fact, the flight attendant looks concerned as Grant tells an animated story. A sliver of jealousy stabs through me and I shove the thought away.

Who cares who Grant speaks to? Certainly not me.

6

Grant

Greer is looking out of her window when I slide into my seat.

I’m still coming down from the high of fucking her. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes.

Fuck.

I’ve missed her.

So much…

I’ve tried to stay away but failed. And now that I’ve had her I want more.

But this is a dangerous game. One that I will not involve her in. So, as much as I hate to, I have to push her away.

Again.

Leaning over, I say, “Wonder what Moretti will say when I tell him we fucked in a bathroom.”

Her emerald gaze meets mine, her lush lips parted.

“What?”

“You don’t really think I fucked you because I wanted to, do you?” I laugh. “Jesus, Greer. I did it because I wanted Moretti to know.”

Hurt fills her eyes, and I know I deserve to go to hell.

She unbuckles. “I need to go to the bathroom. Now.”

Her voice raises enough that people look our way.

Unbuckling, I stand so she can pass.

As she goes into the bathroom, I see tears in her eyes.

But it had to be done.

Because the Brotherhood is always watching, waiting to do whatever it takes to push their own agenda. No matter who it hurts.

7

Greer

“Ma’am? Are you well? You’ve been in there a while…”

More tears fill my eyes, but I know that whoever is on the other side of the door is right. I’ve been in here too long.

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