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“I’m behind.”
“Sure. Right. Guess that’s my cue to leave.”
For some reason she couldn’t imagine staying in his bedroom alone as she’d done the night before. Mistakenly or not, she’d felt as if he was opening up to her a little. So much for what she knew.
“I’ll drive you home.”
She rolled out of bed and knelt to pick up her crumpled underwear. “Afraid I’ll steal your car again?” She’d said it to be funny but he didn’t laugh. He didn’t even give her one of those half-smiles she loved.
“It’s late,” he said before crossing the room to the master bath and shutting the door.
She fastened her bra and sat on the edge of the mattress. Her damn thighs were still trembling. If she touched herself, she’d smell him all over her fingers.
Moisture dampened her eyes but she blinked until it was gone. She didn’t cry over men.Ever. Maybe she’d gone too far with the boss jokes, but she’d thought he understood. Stupid. What made her think she knew him? They’d had sex a handful of times. That didn’t make her an expert on the man.
If she were honest, though she’d come every time, he’d kept their encounters as impersonal as could be. Forget emotions. Anything beyond straight sex and public play at Kink didn’t seem to interest him. He hadn’t gone down on her, though she’d given him a blowjob on the way home from the club. Hell, he hadn’t even sucked her nipples. Delegating those particular tasks to others seemed much more his style.
True, they’d only become lovers last night. But she had a suspicion more sex wouldn’t lead to anything but more of the same. Yet she was still sitting here, sniffling.
She wasn’t some bimbo. At first she’d thought Spencer’s distant demeanor was a challenge. Sometimes it pissed her off,
but she’d liked the idea of breaking down his walls.
But what he’d just done—roll off her then look at her as if she were no more important than the spitball on the bottom of his shoe—was not acceptable. Maybe his other screwees tolerated this sort of behavior, but she had some pride.
Not a lot at the moment, but some.
Anger took root where a moment ago there had been only that quivering feeling in her belly. Thank God. If she’d suddenly developed an attraction to unattainable, emotionally unavailable men, she’d damn well get over it. She’d check him off her list—which he still had, the jerk—and move on.
She got to her feet and yanked on her thong. The door opened just as she pulled her tube dress over her head. Though he watched her shimmy it into place, he said nothing.
“I want my property back,” she said in the coolest tone she could muster.
He picked up the trousers he’d folded over the arm of the chair she’d slept in last night and stepped into them, pulling up the zipper as slowly as if he had all the time in the world. His shirt was next. He did up the buttons from the bottom to the top, his hooded dark eyes watching her all the while.
“Well?” she demanded.
“No.” He reached for his belt and slipped it through the loops of his pants. Once he’d notched the leather, he shot his cuffs and faced her again. “Ready?”
“No?” Her voice rose. “You’re not keeping my PDA. I paid a lot of money for it.”
“When? Five years ago?” He gave her a dismissive glance before he picked up his wallet. “The thing’s virtually obsolete.”
“Then why do you want it?”
As the silence dragged, she fisted her hands on her hips. This couldn’t be about her list. He didn’t care about her, so why should he care who she wanted to fuck?
“I’ll go to the police and tell them you stole it.”
“Go for it.”
“I’m not bluffing.”
“Fine. You want what we’ve been doing made public, go right ahead.”
“What we’ve been doing? Fucking, you mean? Well, guess what, sweetheart. I don’t have a problem with telling everyone in the goddamned world. You’re the one who’s buttoned up so damn tight I’m surprised you can even come.” She knew she sounded like an irate child and she didn’t give two hoots. “Of course it’s so quick you probably don’t have time to really get into it. Ever heard the phrase one-minute man? That’s you.”
His smile might as well have been a blade, it was so sharp. “Doesn’t say much for you if you’re so hot to keep me in your bed, now does it?”
