Page 98 of Devious Temptation
“Seriously, Lucy. I just wanted to see how you’re holding up.”
At the tenderness in his voice, my suspicion dissipates. I back up, widening the door and sweeping my arm out. “Come on in.”
He enters my apartment, tucking away a stray hair that’s fallen out of my messy bun as he passes by. It doesn’t make my heart go pitter-patter like when Lawson does it. Even though I find Cameron attractive, it’s just not the same.
“God damn, you are beautiful,” he says. I expect to melt into a puddle, but I don’t.
“I’m still with Lawson,” I tell him flatly, swinging the door shut and returning to my ice cream. “Or, at least, I think I am.”
I shove a spoonful of the softened creamy goodness into my mouth as Cameron shrugs. “He’s out with Jules tonight, which was kind of surprising. He said you two haven’t spoken all week.”
The cold dessert sits on my tongue as I process what he just said.
Lawson is out with Jules?
He hasn’t bothered to speak to me all week, but he’s out withJules?
Cameron’s brows dip together, and his bottom lip rolls inward between his teeth before he says, “Ah shit, I wasn’t supposed to say anything. I’m sorry. I’m not here to cause problems, I swear.”
“Trust me, it’s not you causing them,” I grumble.
My chest hurts, and my sinuses burn with tears. But I’ve cried enough over the last week. And Lawson’s been out having a good time, apparently.
“You look like you could use a meal. Why don’t you go get yourself all dolled up and let me take you to dinner?” Cameron asks, shoving his hands in the pockets of his deep charcoal dress slacks.
He’s not wearing a suit jacket, and his white dress shirt is rolled up to his elbows, the ink on his forearm a stark contrast against the bright material.
Even with the news of Lawson being out with Jules, a sense of betrayal bites at my heart. Lawson would be livid if he found out I went to dinner with Cameron behind his back.
Do you really owe him your loyalty? You don’t know where you stand with the man—if you’re even together.
“I don’t know.” I pick at the frayed end of the robe’s belt.
“Oh, come on, little Lucy,” Cameron entices with a cool, calm, casual demeanor pasted on his handsome features. “It’s just dinner. Everyone’s gotta eat.”
“I thought you and Lawson were best friends?” In the back of my mind, I think about how I would feel if the situation were reversed… but then I remember that Lawson is out with Jules.
“The best of.” He shrugs. “But if he wants to be stupid and throw away a good thing, that’s on him. You’re too precious to be sitting here alone, eating ice cream, and feeling sorry for yourself. Now go to your room.” He jerks his chin toward the hallway. “Put on something mouthwatering, and let me take you out for a nice meal. It’ll help you get your mind off everything going on right now.”
His intentions are anything but chivalrous. In fact, he’s looking at me like he wants to peel off my nightdress and fuck me against the wall right now.
I bet he could get creative with the rest of your ice cream.
I point my spoon at him. “Just dinner. Nothing more than that.”
His hands fly in the air insurrender. “Just dinner. Promise.”
Lawson creeps back into my mind while I get dressed and take my mop of hair out of its messy bun, fluffing the wayward strands into sex-kitten waves. I think about sending him a text to ask how dinner with Jules is. I consider letting him know I’m going to dinner with Cameron.
Pettiness settles in my bones as I slip into a sexy emerald dress trimmed in black lace that is meant for a lot more thanjust dinner.
A sex tape starring me front and center—or from behind, if you want to get real technical—was leaked to an entire office of my colleagues. Revenge porn at its finest servedon a silver platter by my ex, and my boyfriend wants to ignore me for a week and take another woman out to dinner?
I’m being irrational.
I slip on a pair of shimmery gold stilettos and walk to my vanity to apply a few coats of mascara and a red lip stain that I know drives Lawson wild.
He isn’t going to see you.
