“It’s why she’s wearing those, but I have quite the collection in the guest house if you ladies would like to see?”
My presence is quickly forgotten as she leads them away, and I can only hope that she gets tipsy enough tonight to forget we even spoke.
Continuing my route, I take the servants’ way through the grand rooms and finally make my way upstairs.
I knock on Jameson’s door, but he doesn’t answer.
I knock again.
Nothing.
Twisting the doorknob, I push it open and lock it behind me.
“Hello?” I step inside and move past the living room and into the bedroom.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his suit jacket neatly draped across a chair, and his dress shirt unbuttoned to expose his chest.
“Hey,” I manage. “I had to make sure no one saw me come here, so that’s why it took me longer than ten minutes.”
He says nothing.
He just stares at me.
“Are you staying the entire weekend or leaving early?” I ask.
Nothing.
“Jameson, you’re the one who asked me to come up here.” I cross my arms. “Are you planning to talk to me or just ignore me like everyone else?”
“I was planning to make you feel better like you said…” He stands up and walks over to me. “If talking falls under that, we can do that, too…”
He slides his hand through my hair, gently pulling out the giant clip and letting my hair fall to my shoulders.
He presses a kiss against my forehead before taking off my shades. Running a finger against the small cuts on my left eye, he lets out a sigh.
“She’s only hit me like this a few other times,” I say. “It’s not child abuse, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“It’snot.” His eyes meet mine.
“Well, when everything heals, I’ll allow you to kiss me one last time.”
“Come again?”
“I think I’ll insist on some ‘space’ after this party,” I say. “So you can see how much it hurts. And then, I might allow you to have sex with me again, so...”
“So, what?”
“So, you can’t have sex with me right now.”
He lets out a low laugh and presses a kiss against the base of my neck, making me instantly regret saying the words. He slides a hand against the back of my dress and pulls down the zipper.
The fabric shifts and he pushes my straps down, forcing the dress to fall to the floor in a pool of lace.
I’m not wearing a bra, and the slight arch of his brow makes me blush red all over.
He slides his hand against the front of my panties and yanks them off in one smooth motion.
“I know you heard what I said about the sex,” I barely manage as he blows a kiss against my shoulder.
