Page 37 of The Wrong Promise

“You wouldn’t like it if I almost made you come in public.” That finally seems to get through to her.

She stills and eyes me warily. “I guess not.”

“You want to be a winner, Zara? Fine. You win. You have more restraint than me. So use it on yourself and promise not to touch me like that again… in public.”

Her eyes widen at my last words. “Okay. I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”

I stare into my empty glass, debating on pouring another. She is right about one thing—I need to give myself a hand, especially if I’m to get any sleep tonight. Another whiskey it is.

With my drink in hand, I walk outside to the terrace. The view usually calms me. Tonight, all I can think about is Zara’s hand almost on my groin. The flutter of her lashes when she smiles at me. The way her eyes sparkle when I say something that makes her laugh.

I have allowed her to blur the lines of our agreement when everything about us is a lie.

We’re barely even friends.

This started as a favor to Penny when she asked me tocheck on Zara to make sure she was okay. I had to take it one step further, and now I’m feeling things I don’t understand.

As I head inside, the wind catches the door, and it slams shut. I stop in my tracks and listen, hoping it didn’t wake her. Fuck, now I have an image in my head of Zara sleeping.

Is she naked?

I remember… I remember everything. The subtle curve of her hips, her full breasts, her rounded ass that I wanted to smack and fuck. She is intoxicating to the point I can’t think straight.

Heading to my room and stripping off, I turn back the bedcovers and grab the lube. I close my eyes, imagining it is Zara’s hand wrapped around my dick.Her hot mouth is all over my chest… my mouth sucking her pretty pussy.Jesus, I’m building fast. My hand quickens.Her hips grind as I taste her.I raise my hand to my lips as I imagine tasting her.Sweet as honey.“Yes, baby, come for me,” I murmur.Her breath quickens as she moans my name. She’s now on top of me, riding me, her hips moving in sync with mine until I hold her still and pump into her. She lets out a cry as she comes…I shoot all over my stomach.

“Zara,” I whisper. Only it’s not enough. I needher.

Saturday morning,I’m up at the crack of dawn to drive Zara to Sandbanks.

An hour out of London, I stop for gas and when I return to the car, Zara is busy texting. She looks around. “Does it still feel weird to you?”

Us on a road trip together? Strangely no. “Meaning?”

“How different things are. Drive on the left side of the road. You stopped for petrol, not gas. They call foods different names.”

“Every country is different.”

“Yeah. It’s taking me longer than expected to adapt. Except for the chocolate,” she says and giggles. Her cell buzzes. “Hey, we’re almost there… sure… okay, see you then.” She pops her cell in her bag. “Can we stop for some groceries? Piper forgot some things.”

While Zara is shopping, I make some calls of my own, including the contact of a condominium I rented for the weekend.

“How well do you know everyone?” I casually ask when we’re back on the road.

“My work colleagues?” She stares out the window. “You met them at the pub.”

“Anyone else staying the weekend?”

“Yeah, Anna’s sister and her boyfriend. I’m not sure who else. Piper said it has nine bedrooms. Insane.”

“How did you find the house?”

“Anna’s sister’s boyfriend’s family owns it.”

After following her direction, I stop out front of a double-story white building on the beachfront. “I’m impressed.”

She smiles. “Piper said it’s the Miami of England here.” She offers me a parting smile and says, “Bye, Jobe. Have a nice weekend.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

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