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The cockiness in his words aroused me, but I knew I couldn’t give him what he wanted. He wasn’t the kind of man who would want a relationship with me.
“What am I to you?” I asked after a moment of silence. “Because I doubt it’s more than sex.”
Soft laughter left his lips as he looked away from me. “I don’t do relationships, Becca. I’m not sunshine and roses, and that isn’t what you need anyways.”
“What do I need?” Shock filled me as I found myself taken aback by his comment. We’d had a wonderful time, and he just had to mess it up. “How do you know what I need, James?”
“Because I do,” he said, his eyes watching me intently as I pulled my arm from his grasp. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy this.”
The smug attitude rolling off of him was irritating, and I couldn’t understand how one moment he was affectionate and amazing. Then the next, he was acting like this.
“Look,” I sighed with a smile. “This was great, and the sex was amazing, but this won’t happen again. I’m not a toy you can play with, and you and I both know that all you want is a girl to f*ck. I’m not that girl, but thanks for tonight.”
Turning on my feet, I stormed off from the living room, leaving him there to stew in his own thoughts. I couldn’t believe he had acted the way he did, and even if I wanted to f*ck him again—I wouldn’t.
Not after his comment.
My chest hurt, realizing I had allowed myself to do something like that, and with him, of all people. No matter how sexy and amazing he had been, I couldn’t allow myself to fall for a guy who was unattainable.
After a few more weeks here, I would be back at Yale getting ready to finish my last year.
That’s what I needed to focus on.
James.
The softness of her skin beneath my fingers was a feeling I couldn’t get rid of. Becca had been so compliant, and the way her body reacted to the pleasure I created in her was addicting. Everything about her was addicting.
I knew it was wrong to think of her in this way, but I couldn’t shake it.
From her pouty lips to the heart-shaped curve of her ass… I wanted it all.
“Mr. Valentino, did you finish signing the Jay Bird reports?” Evette asked from my doorway, pulling me from my thoughts as I cleared my throat and nodded.
“Yes, they are around here somewhere.”
Shuffling through the vast sea of work piling up on my desk, I grabbed the papers she was asking for and held them out. Evette’s eyes gazed over me with confusion as she took them and exited the room.
Could she tell I was wound up as well?
The flashing light on my phone signaled a notification, and picking it up, I saw Tally’s name in bold lettering appear, bringing a smile to my face.
‘Going shopping for a birthday gift for Mom. Might be home late.’
It warmed my heart to know that she still had a good relationship with her mother, even though the woman was crazier than hell. If Tally was out shopping, it meant Becca was with her more than likely, and I wouldn’t be able to see Becca alone.
I wanted to spend more time with her. Which didn’t make sense at all.
I wasn’t the type of man to get attached to a woman. It just wasn’t possible, and yet, here I was slowly going mad over the prospect that I wouldn’t see this girl tonight.
Thinking it all over, I tried to come up with something that would benefit all of us. I knew Becca wasn’t fond of the idea of Tally finding out about our little escapade, but I was caring less and less each day if she did.
The thought of Becca submitting to me on her knees with my cock in her mouth made me groan with excitement, because it was just what I wanted to soothe the turmoil I was currently in.
Picking up my phone, an idea flashed into my mind. With a mischievous smile, I texted Tally an idea I knew, for a fact, she would be excited about.
‘Do you and some friends want to go out on the yacht this weekend and head to the Keys? You can camp on the beach like you used to do in high school.’
After sending the message, I waited, and not even a moment went by before her reply came through.
‘OMG! Seriously?’
‘Yes, seriously. It’s tradition, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, and it’s been too long. I will message everyone now. When are we leaving?’ she asked after a moment of silence. And that was something I hadn’t even considered.
When were we leaving? It was already Thursday.
‘Tomorrow, around noon,’ I texted after a moment’s hesitation. It wouldn’t give me much time to get things ready, but I was looking forward to spending more time with the girls… especially Becca.
‘That doesn’t give me much time to get the boat ready. I need the cabin key to stock the bar, and I’m so far away from your work right now.’
I was well aware of what she was talking about, and that was exactly what I was hoping she would point out. My little vixen from last night was avoiding my texts and even avoided me this morning, and I didn’t like it.
‘Why don’t you have Becca come get the key from me at my office? I’m sure she remembers how to get here. Even if it’s been a few years.’
A Cheshire smile crossed my face as I watched the three bubbles of our chat pop up as she typed away at her response.
‘Daddy! You’re a genius! I will tell her to come get it. Thank you!!’
She wasn’t lying. I was a genius, or at least I thought I was, and with a smug smile crossing my lips, I adjusted my jacket and waited.
Waited for the moment she would cross through my door, and once again, be within my arms. My mouth watered with the anticipation of tasting her once more.
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Becca.
“What do you mean go to your dad’s office?!” I gasped into the phone as Tally informed me she wanted me to go by her dad’s office to pick up a key because we were taking the yacht down to the Keys this weekend.
I was all for taking the yacht down to the Keys, but I wasn’t down to go to her father’s office.
“Why are you making such a big deal about this? Since when do you care about being around him?” Tally asked, making me realize how I was acting.
“I don’t care,” I sighed, thinking of an excuse. “We both know your dad’s busy, and you know how he is about work. I don’t want to go at the wrong time and upset him.”
Laughter echoed through the phone as my heart clenched. “Stop being ridiculous and go do it.”
“Fine. I will go,” I replied with reluctance as I hung up the phone and stood staring at my bedroom wall with disgust about having to do this.
Last night was amazing, but I didn’t know how to face him.
I didn’t know how to speak to him after what we did. He wanted something fun and sporadic, and it wasn’t what I was used to.
Grabbing my purse, I made my way downstairs, only to open the front door and see a car waiting for me to get in. It wasn’t a surprise he would send a car for me instead of letting one of us just take an Uber.
As soon as I was in the car, and it was moving down the highway, I thought over what my objective was. I only had to go into his office and have him hand over the key.
That’s it. You can do this, Becca. Go in. Get the key. Nothing more.
That only problem was the closer James’ office building came into view, the more my heart raced. A rush of emotions and sexual tension pooled in my core as I pushed my thighs together, trying to get a grip on myself.
“Thank you,” I said to the driver as he opened the door for me to step out.
The towering silver and black building stood ten stories high and gleamed against the bright Miami sky with the smell of salt water in the air.
It was magnificent, and the kind of place I hoped to work in one day.
Just not with James.
Stepping through the double glass entryway doors, I took in the tile flooring and high vaulted ceilings with beautiful recessed lighting and elegant decor.
A large black desk set against the far side with two sophisticated receptionists busily working on their daily tasks. Taking a deep breath, I let out a heavy sigh and forced myself to move forward, towards them.
“Good morning, I’m here to pick something up from Mr. Valentino.”
The dark brown eyes of the first receptionist glanced up at me as her eyes slowly took in my entire form. Her lips formed into a frown of disapproval at how I was dressed.
“Name?” she sneered, raising a brow.
“Becca Woods. He is expecting me.”