Page 42 of Savored Sins
“He might,” I concede, my cheeks burning. I know it’s hypocritical of me to be telling Trey when I asked Zeke not to tell anyone, but Treyguessed. It’s not like I came out andvolunteeredthis information.
Trey claps his hands together in triumph, lets out a cackle. “Oh, my god. Iknewit! I knew when I saw that little dance video on his TikTok that you were a goner.”
I scowl at him. “Oh, don’t act like you wouldn’t have gone for it, too.”
“Ma’am,” Trey says, bringing a hand to his chest in feigned shock. “I ammarried.”
“Well,” I say, waggling my ringless left hand at him. “In case you forgot, I amnot—and therefore am free to do as I please.”
“And it pleased you to fuck a hot little twerp. I get it.” Trey raises his hands in innocence. “Look, I’m not judging. I just think you’ve gotta be careful. Like, keep that shit under wraps. The situationandhis dick.”
“Rude,” I say, making a face. I know Zeke’s probably had a lot of partners, but I still don’t appreciate what Trey’s implying. I feel… protective.
Trey shrugs. “Just saying. Anyway, I need details. Was it as good as he acts like it’d be?”
I suck in a sharp breath, which makes Trey grin. “Good is an understatement.”
“Hell yeah,” Trey says, slapping the desk with his palm. “You know what? Good for you. I still think you could’ve picked someone a little less… feral… but hey. We’ll take it. It’s about time you got a good dicking.”
“God, Iknow.” I’m feeling a little giddy, now that Trey’s in the know and hasn’t gone too far into lecture mode. “It’s been so fucking long, and Trey, it wasso good. Like, easily the best lay of my life.”
Trey raises an eyebrow. “Impressive. Not bad for a twerp.”
“Stop calling him that,” I say, picking a piece of invisible lint off my elbow. “He’s notthatyoung. And really, he’s notthatmuch of a?—”
“Oh, no,” Trey cuts me off. “Oh, no, no, no, no. We arenotstarting with any of that—that—thatjustificationstuff. Autumn. You are an accomplishedwoman. You have abusiness. You have afashion line. You have an adult-asslife. If you want to spend a weekend fucking a hot, young piece of ass, fine. You do you. But you can’t turn this into a thing. You donotneed your heart broken again.”
Ah. There it is. Lecture mode, activated.
“I knooooow,” I whine. “It won't be a thing. It was one time, Trey. One time.” I hold up a finger. “Just be happy for me!”
“I am over themoonfor you!” Trey waves his arms in the air. “I just love you. I don’t want you to get hurt—and I don’t think Zeke Holloway even knows what the word commitment means.”
“Which is perfect,” I say. Because it is. Never once has Zeke led me to believe anything else, nor would I want him to. “I’m not looking for commitment. And anyway, I scratched the itch. I got it out of my system. Promise.”
Trey looks doubtful, but nods. “Okay, that’s good to hear. And don’t worry—my lips are sealed. I’ll pretend I know nothing when I see him next weekend. Even though I amdyingto know… um… certain details pertaining to size.”
With a snort, I slap Trey on the arm. “None of your business.”
No way am I going there with him. It’s not that I haven’t shared those kinds of details with Trey in the past, but this feels… private somehow. Like, if I’m going to ask Zeke to keep our having slept together a secret while telling my friend about it, I can at least have the decency to not describe his anatomy in detail.
Trey doesn’t argue, and we continue our work, my worries about having slept with Zeke fading into the background. Afterall, in the grand scheme of things, it was nothing. Zeke’s had more one night stands than he can even remember, I’m sure, and I had a couple of my own, too, back in college. It’s natural. Normal. Nothing to get weird about. He’ll come over this week to re-film his pilot, and the tension will be out of our systems.
It’s all good.
The prep work for the show is pretty close to finished, and I feel the flutter of nerves in my stomach every time I think about it. Trey confirmed he was able to snag a column about the new line in the style section of next Sunday’s edition of the Boston Current, complete with photos from the previous day’s event. Everything is coming together, and I’m so, so grateful.
I can feel it in my bones: This show is going to kick my new life as a single woman into high gear. This is the start of a new life chapter, and goddamnit, Ideserveit.
twenty
ZEKE
Jenny: Can you pick me up?
Zeke: Um… I wasn’t really planning on driving. I was just about to light up.
Jenny: So save it for the shore. We’ll smoke it together.
