Page 40 of Play Book

“Canyon.”

“What an interesting name.”

I’m definitely not going to tell her my parents came up with it because I was conceived in one. The Grand Canyon, to be exact. I don’t tell people that story because it’s bad enough that I have to know my parents got naked at a national landmark.

She accepts her drink from the bartender, takes a sip, and doesn’t even thank me for it.

I must be more ornery than usual because that bugs me.

Saylor would have thanked me immediately. Hell, she’d probably buy the next round.

Dammit.

I’m not supposed to be thinking about her.

“How long are you in town?” Lena asks, putting a hand on my chest and drawing a little circle with her finger. “Just tonight?”

If I’m not mistaken, there’s a shadow on the ring finger of her left hand.

Son of a bitch.

She took off her wedding ring for the night.

That normally doesn’t bother me, because I only plan to hang out with her for a few hours and what she does once I leave isn’t my problem.

And yet, I’m annoyed again.

“Should we get out of here?” Lena asks, pressing against my side and tipping her face up expectantly.

Her breath smells faintly of alcohol and mint, and her lips are glistening with something glossy. Her pale blue eyes sparkle with mischief, but instead of arousal, all I feel is revulsion.

Shit.

I’m still cranky about the other night’s failed attempt at breaking my deal with Saylor, and I don’t know what bothers me more: The fact that I have a serious crush on a woman for the first time since high school or that I like more than her body. I like talking to her, listening to her laugh, and I’m even loving her art.

Sex is supposed to be uncomplicated.

That’s why I rarely go out with a woman more than once.

Now, not only am I going to see Saylor again, but I’ve agreed to be monogamous, and my dick is apparently on board with that plan.

This is the most ridiculous thing to happen to me in a long time.

And yet, as soon as I land, my Ferrari practically drives itself to Saylor’s place. I don’t call or text, I just show up.

Because I need to fucking touch her.

Feel her tight, wet pussy convulse around me.

Hear her laugh.

Wake up next to her.

Fuck me, I’m in trouble.

“Hi.” She looks surprised and sleepy, but not unhappy to see me.

“Did I wake you?” I ask, leaning forward to kiss her.