Page 16 of Bossy Bred

“Thank you for telling me.”

He slows at a red light, and finally looks over at me. His eyes are warm and focused. “Where am I driving you, Leta?”

I smile at him. “What are my options?”

7

JAKE

Leta isn’t the first woman I’ve been with, but she’s the only woman who’s ever been in my bed at home, and I like it a whole fucking lot. Right now she’s tucked up next to me beneath the sheets, her curves cozied up against my side, her arm draped across my chest.

“What made you want something like this?” I ask as I brush my thumb over her back.

She shrugs. “I was having one of those weeks where everything felt stressful and difficult and I needed something good. I was also very tired of still being a virgin at twenty-eight.”

“Thank god you swiped right on me and not some other asshole.”

She laughs. “What madeyouwant to—no. Wait. Don’t answer that. Dumb question. You wanted to get laid. Obviously.”

“Well…yes. But just so you know, this isn’t something I was in the habit of doing.”

“No?” She props herself up on her elbow and looks at me with deep amusement. “How long had it been before me?”

“That’s classified information.”

“That long, huh?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I’m becoming more and more curious by the second.”

“A couple years.”

“Wow. I thought you were going to say…like…weeks.”

I laugh. “Do I really give off those kind of vibes?”

“You mean, are you a man who absolutely radiates sex?” she says. “Uh,yes?”

“Well, now you know the truth.”

“Indeed I do.” She settles her head against my chest. “Tell me more about you. Anything.”

I consider what to say. “I have two brothers. They’re both married and each has a kid. They also both live out-of-state, so I don’t see them much.”

“Do you have any family around here?”

“Nope. I’m the only one. One of my cousins was talking about buying property outside of Seattle a few years back, but that didn’t end up happening.”

“Is it hard, not having any family around?”

“It’d be nice to have them closer. But it’s not like I sit around feeling depressed about it. Growing up, I always knew I wanted to leave the small town where we lived and move to a big city. This is where I belong.” I give her hip a squeeze. “Your turn.”

“Okay.” She thinks for a moment, then says, “I’m the youngest of five. I love my family, but I’ve always kind of been the odd one out. My parents have never admitted this, but I’m pretty sure I was anoopsbaby. Not that I ever felt unwanted. But it always kind of felt like I was being squeezed into the family. And at school, teachers just saw me as the youngest of my high-achieving siblings. As a result, they had really high expectations for me, and I struggled to meet those expectations.”

“Is that why you started the tutoring center? Because you knew what it was like to struggle with school?”

“Yep. Exactly.” She pauses. “Thank you again for helping me, Jake. I’m working on something to raise extra funds for the center, and as soon as I have enough, I want you to stop the donations. I’m extremely grateful for them, I just…”

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