“Then I’ll help you to bed,” she said, holding out her hand.
I nodded, knowing I’d need that. Once there, she’d leave me to sleep.
I let her help me to my feet.
“I’m sorry. I used to be more fun,” I slurred out, my vision swimming from all the alcohol.
“I think you’re fun,” she tittered as she led me upstairs. I followed, feeling completely light and heavy at the same time.
When we got to my room, she helped me settle onto my bed.
“Thank you,” I mumbled. “It’s been a rough few days.”
“You must be going nuts with all the media coverage because of Bishop.”
I winced at Rosalie’s name.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Yeah.” I rubbed my eyes as my vision continued to swim. I’d had way too fucking much to drink.
“I was so jealous when I saw the sex tape.”
I frowned. “What?”
“Of you and Bishop.” She paused for a moment. “I wished it were you and me.”
“What the fuck? Why?”
“Because you look like a man who knows how to please a woman. I’ve never had an orgasm from sex.”
“Seems like a terrible problem to have,” I muttered. “Maybe you need to make better choices in men.”
She laughed softly at that. “Maybe. I think I’m making the right choice now.”
I raised my brows at that. “Yeah?”
She nodded and moved to stand between my legs. I breathed out and placed my hands on her hips before looking up at her. I wanted to do this. I wanted to feel human again. But… fuck. I wanted those feelings to be with Rosalie. I was brave enough to admit that, at least drunk. Plus, I was so fucking stressed about her being missing. It was nightmare fuel. I paid people to search for her, but everything came back empty. I’d spent time on the street, looking. Still nothing. It was killing me.
Jade raked her fingers through my hair, and I closed my eyes. How long had it been since someone touched me like this?
Easy. Five years.
“We’ve had a little to drink,” Jade said softly. “But I know what I want, Enzo.”
“Yeah? What do you want?” I asked, forcing the words out even though I didn’t give a shit what she wanted.
“You.”
I scoffed at that. “You’re nuts.”
“Maybe,” she said, “but I can’t help how I feel. I think we’d be good together.”
I couldn’t deny that these things were true. She was beautiful. She was familiar with my business and life, and it didn’t scare her away. She’d look good on my arm, and we’d have beautiful children.
She made sense.
