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Themorningsunlightstreamingthrough the window warms my face, and as I open my eyes, I remember where I am and why I’m here. An arm is draped over my chest, and Jamie's soft rhythmic snoring is the only sound in the room. Asleep like this, he could be completely innocent. Just a guy with a crush. But I know better.
After I came back upstairs and snuggled into bed with him last night, he got all gushy and formal, and even asked me to go on a date.
I’m not that naïve, though. One hundred percent, if I hadn’t attacked him in his office yesterday, he never would have done shit. Probably would have just gone and fucked Maddie. He never would have brought me back here… He definitely wouldn’t have asked me out on a date.
That part surprises me because I didn’t expect it to happen so fast.
I have a plan. The ultimate goal is to have him fall for me. Men, they are not like us. When it comes to relationships, they don’t think with their hearts, they think with their dicks. They’re always on the lookout for the shinier, prettier, better version of what they already have. We are no more than toys that outgrow their newness. Their attention is constantly wandering. Except when they really fall in love. Like,reallyfall.
Yes, I know a man actually in love is as rare as a unicorn and I know that I’m not the prettier, shinier, better model—if I’m honest with myself, I’m the faulty model they hide in the back, the rejected model, but whatever. What matters is that, for some reason, taking charge with Jamie seems to have worked to some degree.
I’m not in love with Jamie. I don’t even like him. Idon’t. But what he did with Maddie last night at the club was not right. He needs to be taught a lesson. And though this is not the normal me, I need to step up and do something for once. It’s time for men like Jamie to learn that we are not their toys. That the things they do hurt. And for them to learn, they need to experience it themselves. So, it’s time for Jamie to have his heart broken. But for that, he needs to fall for me first.
I slide my body out from beneath his arm, being careful not to wake him. The mattress squeaks as I lift my weight from the bed, so I pause, holding my breath for a moment. Good. He’s still snoring, his breathing heavy and deep.
Jamie’s lesson is based on pain, and let’s be honest here. Him falling for me is something that’s not going to happen anytime soon, if ever. So, I need to be able to do it some other way. I need a backup plan.
That’s the reason I suggested we come back to his place instead of going to mine. Whatever secrets I might find will most definitely be somewhere inside these walls. And if he holds no secrets, this is where I will need to plant something I can use to fuck him over.
No need to go that far just yet, though. Men like Jamie always have deep closets and aren’t very good at burying the skeletons. If he has secrets, I’ll find them.
His bedroom is cleaner than I expected, with minimal furniture and two closets. I ease open the top drawer of his dresser. A bundle of condoms is perched on top of his underwear.
Well, that's nice. Not like we even used a condom. And to think he came inside me without even asking if I’m on birth control—which I am, of course. There's no way in hell I'm carrying his spawn.
But there is a reason I suggested, without actually saying it, that we would be safe. From my experience, men get more attached and feel more special when they can empty their load inside a woman. It's gross but true.
The rest of his drawers reveal nothing special. There's a larger bedside table, and even though he’s laying less than a foot from it, I take the risk and open the door to the cabinet below. My heart skips. There’s a small metal safe set in the back corner inside. Jackpot.
I gently tug on the handle. Nothing moves. I run my fingers over the keyhole, realizing it’s locked.
Just then, Jamie grunts, and I immediately close the cabinet and rush into the bathroom. It's spotless, the granite counters free of dust or clutter. Nothing except a small bright blue bottle with a strange looking winged “B” perched on top, nestled into the far corner of the vanity beneath the mirror. The bottle saysLalique. I pick it up to admire its unique beauty, and I immediately smell Jamie.
"Lara?"
My heart races as the bathroom light flicks on. Jamie is standing by the door, rubbing his eyes. Did he see me looking in the nightstand?
"What are you doing?"
I twist on my most charming smile. “It’s beautiful,” I reply, casually sliding the bottle back into its place beneath the mirror. "I was just about to hop in the shower. Want to join me?"
He hesitates. Did he see me snooping? Maybe he heard the cabinet close.
Jamie grins and weaves his arm around my waist. "I'd love to join you."
If the goal of my long game is to break him, I'm going to have to keep playing the short game well. Which means continuing to give him my body.
It’s not as difficult as I first thought it would be. I thought I’d feel used. Violated. Dirty. But all I feel is cherished. And I have no idea what to do with that. But I'll take a few orgasms as a bonus until I find the key to the safe. Because maybe there is something in there that will help me get to my goal sooner. Because I need to find out what he’s hiding, the skeleton in his closet, before my body gets used to the feel of his. And before my heart confuses sex with something else that will never be.
Lara
"Hold on a second." Gary pauses and takes a sip of his vodka. It's the afternoon before my shift, and although it's only lunchtime, he interrupts me halfway through my story so he can order another double cocktail. He sucks the remainder of the first drink through his straw. "Okay. Continue."
"And then we had sex."
He puckers his lip and blinks. "After you found the safe inside his night stand?"
"Yep."
