Page 383 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
Jacob put his key in the ignition and reversed out of his spot. He put his foot down on the gas and drove out of the parking lot.
Was he driving extra fast or was it just me?
“So...um...” my voice trailed off. “Where are we going?”
“To my house.”
“Oh.”Oh. Well, great.I wasn’t sure why I had been so worried. Just because Sophie had asked for him to help me, didn’t mean it was like an urgent situation. Maybe the blowjob thing would be later. Like after the party or something. Or like...never.
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He really did look like a million bucks. Especially in his black t-shirt and jeans.
But the summer had faded away fast. I was wearing leggings and his varsity jacket at the game tonight to stay warm. “Aren’t you cold?” I asked.
“Nah, I’m always overheated after our games.”
“Not missing your varsity jacket?”
He shook his head. “Not in the slightest.”
I smiled and turned to look out the window. He’d just turned off the crowded city street. And I knew we were close to his home as soon as I saw trees along the sidewalks.
He pulled over in front of his house and cut the engine. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
Actually...“Starving.”
“Me too. I’m always hungry after a game.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of the car.
I had just gotten my shoes back on when Jacob opened my door for me. I grabbed his hand as he helped me hop out of his truck. And then he kept his fingers intertwined with mine.
“What is Aunt Brooklyn cooking for dinner tonight?” I asked. I loved coming here for dinner. And I wondered how many people would be joining tonight.
Jacob unlocked the front door. “No idea. I’m not even sure what restaurant they went to.”
Wait, what?
Jacob opened the door and flicked on the lights.
The house was completely silent.
And empty.
Was it just the two of us? Here alone? I swallowed hard.
I was used to Jacob’s house being full of people. Actually, I wasn’t sure I could remember a time when it wasn’t.
Jacob dropped his duffel bag on the ground. “I know my mom has some leftovers in the fridge.”
“Sounds great,” I said. I kicked off my shoes by the front door like I always did. But nothing about this felt like it usually did.Jacob hadn’t mentioned anything about blowjobs. But the air felt charged between us. Like he knew that I knew why we were really here alone. Was he waiting for me to ask him about it? Or was he just going to do it?
I pictured him slamming my back against the wall like the kiss thief always did. I cleared my throat and dropped his hand. “So what leftovers are we talking?”
“Let’s see.” Jacob walked into the kitchen and I followed him. He opened the fridge and moved a few things around. “It looks like the options are leftover chicken curry or...” He pulled out a drawer. “Or sandwiches. What are you in the mood for?”
Was he subtly asking me if I was in the mood for something else? Like...him? He probably was, right? There had to be some kind of sexy code word for this. Like a subtle way to ask.Oh. Of course.“Do you have any bananas?”Eep.It had sounded good in my head, but really terrible out loud.
“Um...” He looked on the kitchen island at the fruit basket. “I don’t think so. Was there something else you were in the mood for?”
Was banana not obvious enough?Oh.I knew what I needed to ask for. “I’m really in the mood for a nice thick sausage.” My eyes grew round. Why had I been so specific about the size of it? It didn’t need to be thick. What was wrong with me?
