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"Why me?" I asked.
"Because," he said, "I want to watch your ass when you go. And then, when you return–"
"Oh shut up," I laughed, pushing myself up, and then off the sofa.
As I did, Jaden gave me a long, sleepy look. "That view's pretty good, too."
I gave an epic eye-roll as I turned to walk naked toward his desk.
When I reached it, he called out from the sofa, "But it's gonna cost you."
"Oh yeah? What?"
He gave it some thought. "A pen."
"What?"
"A pen," he repeated.
"Why a pen?"
"Because I see the way you mangle them."
I knew what he meant. When I got agitated, I tended to write a little too hard. I had to smile. If he didn't like what I did with pens, I could only imagine what he'd think of all the pencils I'd massacred over the years.
"Alright.Onepen," I said, returning with the candy bar.
He pulled me back into his arms, and we shared it, feeding it to each other in small nibbles.
All of this felt surprisingly intimate, and there was a huge part of me that never wanted the evening to end.
But it had to sometime, right?
So, after the candy bar was gone, so was I, along with Jaden, too.And why?It was because he absolutely insisted on walking me to my truck, where true to his word, he demanded full payment in the form of the only pen I had on me.
It was a cheap ballpoint, and yet, I still put up a mock protest when he actually demanded the thing by reminding me, "Hey,youmade the deal, remember?"
Yes. I had.
But when I handed over the pen, thatwasn'tthe deal I was thinking of. Rather, it was the other deal – the one where we'd agreed that this would be a one-time thing.
Suddenly, the deal didn't sound so great after all. But itwassmart, and so I said a silent vow to keep it no matter what.
Still, I had to wonder,Would I be able to?
In truth, I wasn't so sure.
Chapter 49
The next day I woke feeling totally cheated – not because the sex hadn't been Earth-shattering, but because already, I wanted it again.With him.
Talk about frustrating.
And stupid, too.
After all, the plan had called for me to eat that cookie and be done with it, not to make myself hungry for more.
It was just past sunrise, and I was lying alone in my double bed. Almost before I realized what I was doing, my hand had already strayed between my thighs. I was slippery with desire and slightly sore from the previous night. But it was the good kind of soreness, like a souvenir from the best theme park ever.
