While I’d been trying to talk myself out of seeing her outside of the club—because I was an idiot—he had been courting her. Now that I’d accepted that I couldn’t simply let this go without seeing it through, I fully intended to get some alone time with Jamie before Cav landed a third date. It was a wonder I’d lasted this long.
“So, how’d it go?” Zeke asked, lifting his hand quickly. “But spare me the details. I mean overall.”
“It…” I thrust a hand through my hair and stared at my friend. “Fuck, Zeke. Why’d you have to go and do this?”
Okay, so I hadn’t meant to sound quite so out of control. I had fully intended to keep it professional, tell him how I’d walked her through the club, allowed her to get a feel for it. I’d thought about what I would say all week, but in just a few seconds, I managed to derail everything. It was because I’d spent the entire fucking week thinking about Jamie, but I hadn’t called her or texted her. Not because I didn’t want to but out of respect for Zeke. I had promised myself I wouldn’t do anything until I talked to him. That was one of the problems with having a conscience that ragged on you endlessly.
“What happened, Edge?”
Yeah. What happened, Edge? Tell the Sadist how you went and fell for his sister without even being around her.
I dropped my head in my hands and tried to figure out how to explain. To tell one of my closest friends that I had a real interest in his sister.
Zeke leaned back in his chair, causing it to creak beneath him.
I took a deep breath, let it out, but my control was shot. I couldn’t do this, couldn’t risk Zeke telling me to stay far, far away from his sister. If he did, I feared I would defy him because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
“Talk to me, Edge.”
It’s now or never. Spit it out.
“What do you want me to say?” I snapped, not sure if I was talking to Zeke or that stupid voice.
The crease in Zeke’s forehead appeared. “I don’t know. Tell me how it went.”
“I assume you’ve already talked to Jamie?”
“Not in depth, no.”
That was surprising. I figured for sure he would’ve grilled his sister about it. “Fine. You want to know?”
Zeke tilted his chin as a confirmation.
“It was great. Your sister’s a beautiful submissive and I enjoyed her company far more than I thought I would. She was eager, attentive.” I lifted my hand to cut him off. “And no, there was nothing sexual about the encounter. I answered her questions, listened when she wanted to talk and…”
And you want to see her again.
Plus, you want to dominate her, to prove to yourself and to her that she just might be submissive.
Don’t forget how you want to have Cav there, so you can dominate them both at the same fucking time.
Those were things I certainly couldn’t tell Zeke, but they were true. Every last fucking one of them.
“You know how old she is, right?” Zeke asked, his tone curt.
That’s the least of his worries. Does the man know his sister’s a virgin?
“I do,” I bit out. “She’s thirteen years younger than me. Yeah. I get it. I’m too old for her.”
“Twelve,” Zeke corrected. “She’s twenty-four.”
“Fine. She’s twelve years younger than me.” Not that it mattered.
“She mentioned she’s going back?” Zeke stated.
“She asked. I told her I’d call her.” Which was true. Before I’d been called away to help with an issue, Jamie had asked if she could come back to the club sometime. I told her we would see how the next week went.
Week’s almost over. Nice call.
“And you haven’t called.”
“Fuck.” I launched to my feet, unable to sit still. “What the fuck do you want me to do, Zeke?”
“What do you want to do?”
I cut my gaze to his. “I want to call her. I want to invite her back to the club or out to dinner. Fuck. It’s all I can think about, and I know you want to punch me right now. Sadly, I can’t blame you. I want to punch me, too. But don’t worry. I know what you wanted from me and I did it. My obligation’s over.”
Pussy.
That last part damn near killed me as it came out. I didn’t want Zeke to agree, to thank me for my help and send me on my way. I needed his fucking approval because I wanted to spend time with Jamie.
You don’t need it. Just another excuse in an endless line of them.
“Call her.” Zeke instantly shook his head. “Wait. No. I didn’t just say that.”
Nope. No way. He can’t take it back.
I stared at the man, my eyes wide as hope bloomed inside me. “Zeke.”
