Page 33 of Rider Forbidden
“Other stuff may have happened.”
“What stuff?”
Just as I'm about to tell her there’s a knock on our door. We look at each other, I no doubt look like death and am sleeping in Jack’s t-shirt, Sophie is dressed so she goes to the door.
I see her face once she’s opened it and she steps back “Well hello Jack, are your ears burning?”
Shit, I don't want him to see me like this - I must look a mess. I sit upright and pull the sheet over me. He walks in and his eyes rest on me. They're conveying something to me - I just don't know what.
“Mornin’ Danish.” His voice sounds rough, as though he’s not been awake long.
He turns to Sophie “Hun, do you think I could have a chat with Robyn?”
She looks at me and I shake my head a little as if to say ‘no please don't leave me’.
She smiles at me and winks then turns to Jack. “Sure Jack, I'm going down to breakfast now anyway. You coming down in a while Rob?”
I nod and give her the evils. “Yes, I won't be long.”
She grabs her phone and her key card and goes down, leaving me alone with Jack.
He comes down and perches on my bed. “Hey.” He says softly.
“Morning.” I lick my lips, only because they feel dry, but I think Jack reads the reason as a different one.
“Why did you rush off last night?”
“You had a visitor.”
“She wasn't a visitor, she was someone turning up hoping for a booty call, which she didn't get. If you'd have stuck around you would have known that.”
“I think she came at just the right time, I think I'd lost my mind for a moment there.”
He frowns “Am I really that bad?”
“Come on Jack.”
“Come on, what? What makes it such a mistake? With me?”
“You know it would be a mistake, anything happening between us, you have done nothing but have digs at me or have a go at me since we met, well, met properly anyway, when you found out who I was.”
“Maybe that’s foreplay?”
“Maybe for you, but not for me.”
“I thought we called a truce on the way over?”
I sigh, “We did I know, but just because we called a truce, doesn't mean we should jump into bed together does it?”
“Jesus Danish, you need to relax, you take everything so seriously all the time. Come on, you're having fun here - I know you are. You seemed to enjoy being with me last night.”
I feel myself blush because Ireallyenjoyed being with him last night and he knows it.
“Come on admit it, you're enjoying my company and you enjoyed the magical things I can do with my mouth.”
Oh god, I wish he'd stop talking because reminding me of what it was like is just getting me turned on again. Am I boring? I suppose I do seem serious to him - he has no responsibilities and I'm a mother. I have to be sensible. I have the devil on my shoulder again popping up to tell me that I don't have to be sensible right now, I’ve never let go, had fun, done the hedonistic thing, should I be hedonistic with Jack?
“I . . . I did enjoy it.”
