Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“There has to be something,” I argue.
“Maybe the fact that your woman knew him in her past?”
It’s my turn to be silent.
“Meaning maybe you’re jealous?”
“I know what you were implying,” I snap, my feet carrying me across the gravel parking lot at the bed-and-breakfast for the millionth time today.
“You wouldn’t be the first man to get upset that his woman—”
“She’s not my fucking woman.”
“That may be part of the problem then. Feeling a little regret for not locking that down?”
I know this is his way of payback because I was rude when I answered the phone, but the man would have a bloody nose if he was saying this shit to my face. Of course, that would mean taking on Tug who is one of three people in their triad throuple relationship. I haven’t yet decided whether it would be worth it.
“This isn’t about that. He gave off seriously bad vibes.”
“And she’s been alone with him for almost two hours. I get it, man. It wouldn’t sit right with me either, but I haven’t found anything.”
“I appreciate your help,” I snap before hanging up the phone.
The longer it takes Sylvie to come back, the more agitated I get. I drove around the first hour, looking for his SUV, but never saw it parked outside any of the restaurants in town, meaning he took her home for lunch. It makes me irate to think of what the man had for dessert.
Making my way back inside the bed-and-breakfast, I give the woman at the counter a simple nod before climbing the stairs to the room. I’ll give her one more hour before calling Max back and getting the man’s home address.
It doesn’t take an hour, however. Ten minutes after I started pacing in the room, Sylvie opens the door to our room.
I glare at her when she doesn’t say a word as she shrugs out of her jacket.
I know she can tell I’m irritated, but she doesn’t offer any explanation, and it only serves to annoy me further.
I’m aware enough to know she doesn’t owe me an explanation. Max was wrong. Sylvie isn’t my woman. I don’t have a say in where she goes, what she does, nor who she does it with, but I can’t seem to get my head to accept any of that.
I don’t say a word as she reaches for the hem of her sweater after discarding her jacket, but I can’t pull my eyes from her either.
The removal of item after item reveals soft skin, and I refuse to even blink as she strips in front of me.
The analytical side of my brain wants to ask what the fuck she thinks she’s doing, but the other half is afraid those questions would make her stop.
My eyes struggle to take her all in as she walks past me toward the bathroom. She’s a fucking tease, but despite the ache in my balls, I can’t really be mad at her. She’s a glorious fucking sight, my eyes getting locked on the shape of her ass as she pauses in the bathroom doorway.
She waits, completely in control of this situation until my eyes sweep up her back, and then there she is, just like this morning, her chin resting on her shoulder, that colorful butterfly tattoo right under her chin, familiar and just as spectacular all the same.
“You joining me?”
I tilt my head, not quite sure if those words actually left her mouth or if my brain is short-circuiting and I’m fantasizing with my eyes open right now.
I’ve thought of little else today other than her, and even in the middle of my worry and agitation at her leaving with that guy, my mind drifted to scenarios just like this.
Before I can answer, Sylvie disappears into the bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on a few seconds later.
Standing here like an idiot rather than meeting her offer with enthusiasm is new to me, but insidious thoughts filter through my head.
Did she spend the day with Will getting sexually frustrated, and she needs me to scratch that itch for her? Did he leave her unsatisfied, and she’s looking for me to give her what he couldn’t? Is she washing him from her skin right now?
Each one of those questions makes my blood heat, but the one that causes the most concern is, why do I even care?
She’s safe. He didn’t harm her like I was afraid was going to happen, so why wonder what happened between the two of them. If I’m reading her right, she’s not going to turn anything down if I join her. Hell, she wouldn’t be the first woman to jump off another guy’s dick to jump on mine. That scenario has happened more than once in my lifetime, and I never once considered gutting the first man the way I am Will Varon.