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I shake my head. No, that’s not the situation at all. I want her for myself, and it has nothing to do with her book or reputation.
“Nah, that was an accident. Meant nothing.”
Greg smiles and I see the gleam in his eyes as he sets the beer down and leans towards me as if he’s telling me a secret.
“I think you should go inside and start asking questions.” I get tense as I listen to his petty idea.
What the fuck is he thinking?
Greg sighs and raises his hands. “I know, I know what it looks like, but think about it. You derail her by asking questions that side-track her, then point out how whatever she is preaching has a negative side to it. That it’s not a realistic way of living or thinking. There is nothing wrong with what she did and how not everyone out there ends up hurt. Not everyone is fragile like her.” He sneers, hatred vibrating from him. “Just something to throw her off her high horse.”
“Sounds like you know more about her book than I thought.”
He leans back and nods. “Once I found out her name and the title of her book, I called my assistant and asked her to read it. Thought it was important to know what shit she’s on about. It’s bad enough you got side-tracked this morning by some moron.” He rolls his eyes as he finishes.
I take a sip of the beer, then put the cold bottle down, tracing along the line of condensation on it.
“So, are you going to try to shake things up?” He pushes, sounding irritated that I’m not jumping for joy, then says, “Seriously, Jaxon, it’s a load of crap. I mean, there are so many people out therewho are happy to sleep around and never settle down. Or are in open relationships, or swingers out there. My uncle and aunty were swingers in the sixties, and it did no harm to my cousins. No one cares. As long as you are safe and go about it in a healthy manner, then whose business is it?”
I consider his words for a moment. Not that I’ve ever been in an open relationship or a swinger, but they are sexually free in some way. Just like me, and what I talk about. He’s right. It’s no one’s business.
Still, I can’t help but think about what Abigail mentioned earlier.
“Not that I am taking sides, but what you just said is the physical part of promiscuity. What Abigail is talking about is the emotional aspects. That she couldn’t handle it and—”
“Exactly. She couldn’t handle it. Why the hell is she preaching to everyone to follow in her footsteps? Let everyone make their own mistakes and learn from them.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Look, let’s not jump at this and ruin this event. What’s the point if I already have a stigma? I’ve got a good following, and this book signingis an example.”
I rub the back of my neck and avert my eyes towards the pool where Abigail stood soaked from head to toe.
“I don’t want to start any drama, Greg.”
Greg sighs and glances towards the blaring the screen. “Fine.” he says, then adds. “Anyway, I’m gonna go hit the spa. You in?”
Lifting the beer to my lips, I take the last gulp and finish the bottle as I think about something else I’d rather be in. And it’s not the spa.
Chapter Eleven
ABIGAIL
Holy shit, that kiss left tingles in my toes.
If it were us a couple of years ago, I’d be straddling him, already reaching for his dick. But today I did my best to refrain from him, yet I couldn’t help but accept his lips.
An hour has passed since, and I’ve since changed into shorts and a singlet after a relaxing bubble bath. Attaching my phone to the charger, I set it aside and run a hand through my hair as I sit on the bed. My thoughts have been on that damnkiss, and the man that gave it to me. Flopping back onto the mattress, I stare up at the ceiling.
I can’t deny it. Jaxon is attractive and seems to understand where I am coming from in terms of my history. He listened without commenting on my sexual behavior, which is not what I expected.
I truly hope that the man I meet one day will love me for who I am. That he wouldn’t judge me by my past.
What if he freaks out and calls me a slut, or questions my sexual health?
Of course, I know that I’m clean and safe, but there are many people out there that judge.
Even in my book, I blame myself and talk about my choices, but it’s mainly fear of what others think, especially the special person in my life. This is why I think my book is so successful. It’s relatable.
The image of Jaxon reappears, and I start to wonder what he thought of me when I ranted on about myself. If he found it a turnoff, then he wouldn’t have kissed me, or indirectly propositioned me.
