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“Why aren’t you eating, Scarlet?” he questions. “And what if you were out on the road like Jeff said? I texted you. I had no idea. Do you not have a car?”
When he’s done, I roll my head toward him. “Firstly, I do eat. I eat a lot and never skip meals, which is why it hit me so hard today. Secondly, I wasn’t out on the road, so you can lose your dad tone when speaking to me. Thirdly, I have a car, but I also have legs. And lastly, his name was Jack, not Jeff.”
I expect something smart from him, but instead, he throws me a full smile.
It’s so unexpected my face burns. “What?”
“Nothing.”
I glare at him, and his grin gets bigger. “It’s definitely something.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay. Is that okay?”
I look out the window, hiding my own smile as I shrug. “I guess.”
Trees flash by as we head toward the estate, and despite the short drive, my eyes start to drift closed, my stomach lightly churning.
When I open my eyes again, Lance is opening my door. I feel him gently reach over and unfasten my seat belt.
Everything feels heavy, and I fight to keep my eyes open as he lifts me from the passenger seat.
“Sleep. Just sleep for a while,” he whispers.
“Lance?” I mutter.
I feel his eyes on me, but he doesn’t respond.
“Don’t let Elliot tell Mase. Please.”
I feel weightless as I’m placed on something soft, and I sense a presence at my side as I drift back into a deep sleep.
Something pings in the room, waking me.
My eyes peel open, taking in the bedside light and drawn curtains. I frown, sitting up quickly. I regret it immediately when my head spins.
I’m in the east wing.
This isn’t my room.
Another ping and my eyes shift toward the sound, finding Lance sitting in the armchair on the other side of the room. He’s sleeping, making me wonder what the time is. I can’t see any sign of light through the drapes.
I slide my legs from the bed and make my way around the room, picking up Lance’s phone from the arm of the chair.
It’s eight p.m.
No wonder I’m starving. I’ve been asleep for hours.
Lance has two new texts from someone called Vanessa, and my eyes read the first line before I can consider how wrong it is.
Vanessa: Make all the demands you want
Vanessa: You can’t cut us off
I place the phone down where I found it and observe his resting form. He looks so much softer like this, but also really uncomfortable. His brow is relaxed, his legs spread wide with one arm hanging between them as he rests his head on the other. His suit still looks immaculate, and I take my time, admiring just how well he fills it. His body is visibly defined. Strong and masculine in ways that make me want to spend time tangled in the sheets with it.
My thoughts go to Wednesday night. The way he lay on top of me, his cock hard against me.
I wanted him so badly.
