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The vision of the mystery couple. Whoever they were…
Ms. Woods? We need an answer.
Yes. Yes. Those are my parents.
18
Ifucked up last night.
If Pepper’s cold shoulder has anything to say about the way I treated her merely an hour after tasting her…it’s that I was a dick.
I lost it. It was something equivalent to a temper tantrum when a child doesn’t get what he wants.
And I wanted her.
I couldn’t stop staring at her lips. Or the way they quivered when she was coming. Couldn’t get the luscious scent of her out of my mind. And then, when I put some distance between us—she came out wearing practically nothing and asked me why I wasn’t in bed with her.
A man can only take so much.
I’m in no position to assume what happened in that locker room was an invitation for more…later.
But I want more of her. And if she’s never been given before, then I’ll bet she hasn’t been getting much in bed either.
And that’s just illegal.
Illegal and tempting as fuck to show her what sex could be. With me.
I run a hand down my face to snap out of it.
We’re driving back to Hideaway and she hasn’t said more than four words to me all morning. But it’s more than that.
She’s distant, but almost unintentionally.
“Pepper.”
She turns from the passenger window but doesn’t face me. She just looks ahead, letting me know I have her attention.
“I’m sorry.” It comes out breathier than I planned—but then again, I never plan on apologizing for anything. “I never asked you if you were okay with all of this. Never asked you what you wanted before coming up with this plan to make you an Ice Queen or—my fiancée. When I saw the reward Troy was offering—I took action and didn’t stop to see if you were on board.”
She turns back to the window. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does, Pepper. I’m bringing this up because…if you don’t want to be who we’re…covering you up to be until Troy backs off…then we’ll come up with a new plan.”
She looks at me for the first time today. “A new plan?”
I sigh. “Yes. One that you’re comfortable with. Because obviously being in the public eye isn’t wor—”
“You’d do that?”
I let a truck pass me on the left before glancing at her. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“People tend to give up on me.”
I chuckle. “Are we forgetting Troy in this scenario?”
Her lips quirks, but it’s not wistful, it’s almost bitter. “Except him.”
Her face falls, and I’ve lost her again. She turns to the window. “It won’t happen again.” It’s not a promise she’s making me. The distant look in her eyes tells me it’s one she’s making to herself.
