“Whoa, whoa.” He held up a hand, stopping her. “Are you saying you invited other players?”
She blinked once. Twice. “Yes.”
“You didn’t think to ask me first?”
She looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. “You’ve watched group scenes.”
He clenched his jaw so tight he heard his teeth grind. “Watched, Olivia! I wasn’t participating!” He couldn’t help raising his voice.
Was she for real?
“Yes, I was there, remember?” Her expression clearly told him she didn’t understand. “As I recall, you were hard as a rock.”
He didn’t let his jaw actually drop. This confirmed what he’d sensed from the beginning: she was in it solely for the physical and lacked understanding of a dom-sub relationship. At least, his interpretation of what it should be. They were approaching this from opposite directions, and now he realized they could never intersect.
“I also recall taking you to a private room after,” he said.
Wanting to give myself only to you.
Not once had he considered stepping out of bounds, and she should have known that since they’d discussed everything in minute detail when they’d embarked on this exploration. He’d made it clear that sharing was a no. But now …
He caught her gaze. “You say you want to expand your horizons.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think we’re headed in the same direction.”
“We can be.”
“No, we can’t.”
“Please, Nick, just try it a few times. For me.” She smirked. “They can be women.”
Not happening.
“I told you when we started this that I don’t share.”
He watched her expression gradually turn cold. “I thought you would evolve from that.”
Nick’s mouth twisted. To him, having multiple partners simultaneously wasn’t evolution.
She looked down at the counter. For a supremely uncomfortable few moments, he stood there watching her slowly shake her head.
“I want you, Nick,” she finally said, a tremor in her voice.
I hear abut.
When she looked up again, her eyes were intense. And, to his surprise, dry and blatantly hostile. “But you aren’t enough.”
•
Nick
“We’re sorry, Mr. Kent, but we weren’t able to deliver them.”
Nick frowned. “Again?”
“We’re sorry.”
