Page 115 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
“Not any,” Edge said firmly as he crawled up onto the bed, hovering over Jamie.
“What?” My temper stifled some of the lust.
“No condoms,” he clarified.
“Why?”
“That’s not in my plan tonight.”
Jamie stopped moving, clearly hearing the change in my tone. She glanced from Edge to me, then back again. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t bring condoms,” he admitted, staring down at her.
She shifted, pushing up onto her elbows and forcing Edge to move back. “Why not?”
“Not the plan.”
“Not to use condoms?” I asked. “Or not to have sex?”
His eyes narrowed on my face and there was a fierceness that shocked me. “Sex.”
“Not the plan?” Jamie snapped, her chin jutting out.
“Correct.”
“You mean, not your plan,” she stated through clenched teeth. “You brought me here and … and…”
He sat back on his heels, still straddling Jamie’s legs.
“I can’t believe this. Can’t believe you,” she hissed.
Jamie came damn close to racking Edge as she fumbled to get off the bed. I watched, unsure what to do or say as she fled to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a snow-white robe wrapped around her.
“So what was your plan?” she bit out. “Bring me here, get me all worked up, and what? You thought we’d snuggle?”
It was safe to say she was pissed. My own anger wasn’t needed, but it was there all the same.
Edge simply stared at her, not speaking.
“No, you don’t get to do that silent thing this time. Explain yourself,” she demanded. “Is that what you thought? That you’d tease me and then leave me hanging? All to what? Protect my virtue or some shit?”
Okay, yeah. Jamie was slightly more than pissed. Bordering on hysterical.
More importantly, she was pissing Edge off. Her back talk would be something he wasn’t used to hearing. Most people—especially women—tended to cater to his every whim. That clearly wasn’t the case here.
Jamie turned to me. “Fine. You can fuck me if he won’t.”
The air was driven right out of my lungs. I could only stare, feeling as though she’d sucker-punched me.
Was that what I was? Second choice? If she couldn’t have Edge, she’d settle for me?
“So, what do you say?” she taunted, obviously unaware of the pain that lanced me, splitting me open with the revelation. “He’s backing out. Looks like you’re up.”
I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then backed out of the room, picking up my clothes as I went.
“Wait! Cav, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“No.” I pulled on my pants, my shirt. I took the time to pull on my shoes, stuffed my socks in my pockets. “I heard you loud and clear.”
“Cav, please…” Her soft sob almost broke me but her previous statement had already done that.
With one backward glance at her, I grabbed my jacket and walked right out the door.
SEVENTEEN
EDGE
THE DOOR SLAMMED, FOLLOWED BY JAMIE’S BROKEN SOB.
I dropped onto the bed, stared up at the ceiling.
I’d fucked it all up.
I’d seen it on Cav’s face the instant I mentioned I’d purposely not brought condoms. He’d been ready to take this to the next level. Like I’d told them, that hadn’t been my plan.
It had seemed rational when I’d come up with it before leaving my apartment tonight. I’d gone so far as to grab several condoms, only to put them back with a frustrated sigh.
It was my only way of ensuring nothing happened that I wasn’t ready for.
“Jamie?” I called out.
Her sobs intensified from the other room.
With a heavy sigh, I got to my feet, found my pants. As I pulled them on, I walked into the other room. She was curled up on the sofa, her head on her knees, arms banded around her legs as though she was holding herself together.
“I’m sorry,” I admitted, although I wasn’t quite sure what for.
For not bringing condoms or for letting her down.
Her head lifted from between her hands. “You’re sorry?”
Perhaps that wasn’t the right thing to say.
She got to her feet, her anger renewed. “Why, Edge? Why are you sorry?”
I didn’t respond. It was rhetorical. Wasn’t it?
Jamie moved toward me, slowly, carefully. “What did you plan for tonight, huh? What exactly were your intentions when you brought us here? You booked the room, right?”
“I did, yes.”
“For what reason? So you didn’t have to drive home?” She held up her hand before I could respond. “So all this was for nothing? You wanted to get me up here, to what, Edge? Help me understand your intentions. We’ve been doing this for weeks now. Every time I think we’re getting closer to … you know … you put up a wall, change the plan.”
“I haven’t changed anything,” I clarified. “It’s never been the plan.”
The shock on her face was instant, as though I’d slapped her.
“Your plan,” she shouted. “It’s never been your plan to…”
“You can’t even say it.” I kept my tone low and even, my anger building up to meet hers. “Call it what it is, Jamie.”
