Page 31 of Rim Job

I shuffle off to the bar with my nipples poking holes in my bra and my damn panties getting wet from the thoughts he's putting in my head. I reach for some high-dollar Scotch.

"Please, Lady Banks, allow me to get that for you."

I turned my head, arm still extended toward the expensive bottle, and lock eyes with a gorgeous flight attendant.

Of course he'd have a beautiful flight attendant.

Does he screw her on this jet as he traverses around the world?

I can't help the bit of jealousy I feel, niggling at me, at the thought of Rim being with her.

"Thanks. That would be nice."

There's just a touch of bitterness in my tone that I can't conceal. I turn to Rim, and I want to smack him. He stands there with this smug look on his smug face, knowing exactly what I'm thinking.

Does he put me out of my misery?

Hell no.

"Here's your drink, ma'am."

Ma'am? This bitch just ma’am’d me?

Oh, and it has nothing to do with manners. She tilts her head, arches one perfectly groomed brow, and a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile graces her lips as she extends her stupid ultra-toned arm to give me my drink. She knows exactly what she's doing.

Yep, Rimmington Banks has been all up in her.

"Thank you, Madison. I will take care of any needs mywifehas."

It doesn’t escape either of us the emphasis he places on the wordwife. Now I'm fighting my own cat-that-ate-the-canary smile as Air-Slut Madison beats a hasty retreat.

Rim steps up to the bar to mix his own concoction. I drum my nails on the counter. And of course, I can't contain the question that's burning through my mind.

"Have you had sex with her?"

Rim's lip twitches as he poorly tries to suppress his amusement. He continues to make his drink as he answers, "Love, surely you are aware I wasn't a virgin when we got married."

He's dodging my question.

I knew it! He's banged her.

I don't know why I care, but I do. Dammit. I want him to say no. I want him to tell me anyone before me meant nothing. Actually, I’d prefer him to be a virgin. Unexplored land that I’d love to conquer.

Wait, why do I want that?

Oh, no. Oh, hell. Oh, hell no.

I'm catching the feelings for this motherfucker. That ends right now. This is an arrangement, not a potential relationship.

"Never mind. Forget I asked. It's not my business." I try to act nonchalant and cool as I walk away sipping my drink.

See? No feelings growing here. Nope. None at all. I'm a feelings desert. Feelings come here to wither and die.

I sit down on the luxurious sofa and mindlessly rub my hand across the buttery soft leather cushion as I try to reign myself in and deal with the realization that maybe I like this man.

"So, it wouldn't bother you to know I'd had sex with Madison, that her bare arse rested on the very spot you're rubbing?" I look up to see him point with drink in hand, to the leather I’m caressing.

Say what now?

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