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My eyes widen at his compliment. I’m stunned into silence. I hadn’t expected that from him, especially when I look like I just rolled out of bed.
“You do. There’s something about a woman not all done up that makes your dick hard.”
I lick my bottom lip, looking away from him. The Oliver I know from before would have never talked like that. I pinch my eyebrows, wondering if I’ve caused this drastic change.
“What are you doing here, Jen?”
I clear my throat, looking back at him as I take a sip. Crossing my legs, I put my cup on his desk and straighten. “I fucked Carson last night.”
Oliver frowns, sitting forward as he leans on the desk. “Okay…”
“I fucked Carson last night, and I woke up this morning without an ounce of guilt,” I continue, swallowing the thump in my throat. ”But every time I think of you… I get this uneasy ball in my stomach and ache in my chest.” I blow out a deep breath as I try to keep my voice from wavering and prevent tears from blurring my vision. “And I feel like I owe you an apology for that night.”
“Why?” Oliver watches me with his shiny blue eyes, and I shift in my seat, trying not to remember how he felt inside me.
“Why what?” I frown.
Oliver grabs his coffee, taking a small drink. “Why do you feel the need to apologize?”
I bite my lip, ashamed about what I am about to admit. “When I found out about Jared and Amber… I made a plan. I planned on fucking all of his friends, even taping it and showing him. Your brother... he was so obsessed about being the only man I had ever been with.”
“Was I part of your plan?” Oliver asks.
I slowly shake my head, “No, I never thought about…”
“About cheating with me on my wife?” He raises an eyebrow.
The ball in my stomach drops so hard, that I have to fight to not heave into his trash can. I rub my chest as the ache makes it hard to breathe. I close my eyes and try to calm myself, the anxiety making my skin crawl. He already knew why I felt like this, probably figuring out what I had been denying myself for a week now.
When I finally open my eyes to look at him, he gives me a sad smile. “We became just like them.”
A small hiccup sob comes out of my throat. “I’m so sorry, Oliver.”
“Can I take you to breakfast?” he asks softly, coming around to stand in front of his desk with crossed arms.
“What?” I sit, wiping the tears from my face as I stare up at him confused.
“Breakfast? I would like to talk to you about… this.”
I stand up, clearing my throat. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, Oliver.”
He smiles, grabbing his coffee and waving me toward the office door. “After you.”
“So… all his best friends?” Oliver asks, the teasing tone still causing a flush to creep into my cheeks.
I chew on my pancake a little longer than necessary and avoid his curious gaze. Reaching out, I sip on the orange juice and then face him. “Yeah. All his friends.”
“Keegan? Shane? Carson?”
I nod. “I said all.”
Oliver smirks. “Busy woman.”
My fork pauses mid-air and I narrow my glare at him. “Are you slut shaming?”
He jerks back. “Of course not. Jesus, Jen.”
I sigh, settling back into the booth. “I know. Sorry, I'm a little sensitive.”
