Page 54 of Look What You Made Me Do

“Your room’s not what I imagined.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “You imagined my room?”

“Well.” He grinned. “Only insofar as you being naked on the bed.”

She laughed. “So… what did you imagine then?”

“I don’t know.” He lifted his head. “Not so… purple.”

“Does it offend your masculinity?”

“Absolutely not. But seriously, don’t you think a big-screen television would look great on that wall?” He pointed to where Starry Night had pride of place.

She gave a faux horrified gasp. “That’s a Van Gogh, Jake.”

“You could hang it in your office. Or, better still, have it as a screen saver.”

She tutted. “Philistine.”

Jake grinned as he inspected some gauzy purple fabric thrown over a tall free-standing lamp in one corner. Suddenly, he was hit by a fragment of a memory. “Actually… Deidre Hillman had a purple room. More than this though. And frilly too.” He shuddered. “The whole catastrophe.”

“Oh, really?” Ella pursed her lips.

“Hey,” Jake protested. “Just because Roger was an asshat, didn’t mean his sister was. Deidre was actually very accommodating.”

“Let me guess. She flashed her breasts?”

Jake smiled at the fond memory. “How do you know?”

“She did it for everyone, Jake.” She rolled her eyes. “It was her specialty.” She glanced at him after a beat. “Did you and she…?”

Jake grinned as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth and couldn’t quite meet his eye. “Jealous?”

She shrugged unconvincingly. “Curious.”

“No.”

Rolling up onto her side, she inspected his face. Her hair fell in a sexy kind of dishevelment around her head. “So, who was it? Your first? Who got to deflower Trently’s bad-boy jock?”

“Ella.” Jake feigned a stern look. “A gentleman never divulges that sort of information.”

“Okay, fine.” She pursed her lips. “How old were you then?”

“Fourteen.”

“Fourteen? Jesus, Cameron’s fifteen and he’s flat out stringing a sentence together most days let alone something witty enough to convince a girl to do the wild thing with him.”

Jake shrugged. “I was an early starter. Plus, if it helps, I was really bad at it.”

Ella laughed. “Don’t tell me the great Jake Prince finished a little early?”

“You could say that.” He grinned at the memory, at his mortification. “But she was more experienced and very patient. Plus… I’m a fast learner.”

“And I bet your teachers always said you had difficulty concentrating.”

Jake chuckled as he also rolled up onto his side and nuzzled the swell of her breast, his hand sliding to her warm, naked thigh. “What about you?” he asked, his lips trekking higher to where her neck met her shoulder. “How old were you?”

Her blissed-out sigh curved Jake’s lips into a smile as he buzzed them against her flesh.

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