“No, I know.” He sat up, his eyes locked on the hard surface of his desk. “It’s not my place. Jamie’s told me that a million times. And she’s right. She’s an adult. She can make her own decisions.”
I tried to keep my jaw from hitting the floor, but it wasn’t easy.
Zeke laughed, but it sounded strangled, as though he couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. He wasn’t the only one.
“Zeke? I need you to open your mouth and tell me what’s on your mind,” I pleaded.
Zeke’s dark eyes lifted to mine. “You like her?”
“More than I should,” I admitted. “And not in a one-night kink-club-encounter sort of way, either.”
Zeke pushed to his feet and I forced myself not to move. If he decided to punch me, then so be it. I would take it like a man.
“Fine,” he said, stepping around his desk. “Call her. Take her out. Wine her, dine her. Do whatever the fuck you feel you need to do.” He came right up to me, got in my face. “But you hurt her, Edge, and I will break every fucking bone in your body. Then, I’ll wait for you to get out of traction and I’ll do it again.”
Damn. He really is ruthless.
Yeah, he was.
While I could envision Zeke doing exactly that, I managed to remain serious. After all, we were talking about Jamie here. “The last thing I want is to hurt her, Zeke. I swear to you. That’s the last thing I want.”
“Just promise me one thing,” he said on a sigh.
And here it came. Some sort of threat that he hoped would send me running for the hills. “What’s that?”
“That you’ll warn me when she’s coming to the club. Because … no. If you forget, and I show up to find my sister… I mean it. If I walk into Dichotomy and see her, I swear to God, I will kill you, then resuscitate you and do it again and again.”
Someone should really talk to him about all that aggression.
Okay, yeah. That one made me smile. “You’ve got my word.”
And as I was walking out of Zeke’s office, I wondered if it was wrong of me to leave out the part about Cav.
Nah.
Once Cav figured out what he wanted, he could have this little chat with Zeke himself. Because hell, the man deserved it.
Not to mention, you now have to figure out how to tell Zeke his sister’s about to join the submissive training class.
Yeah. That.
Jamie
I WAS WALKING TO MY CAR WHEN my cell phone chimed, signaling a text.
At first, I considered ignoring it. After my conversation with Brax and Case that morning, I was feeling a tad bit disappointed. While I had admitted to my brother that Edge hadn’t called me since the night at the club, I’d hoped Zeke would give me some reason as to why not. Instead, my brother had pretty much ignored everything I said.
Now, the only thing I wanted to do was go home, invite Tiffany and Jonah over, split a bottle of wine or two, and tell them all about it. Everything. About my dates with Cav, my frustration with Edge, my desire for them both.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t gotten up the nerve to share any of that. Yet. As for why I hadn’t blabbed all the details to my best friends, I had started to wonder if Cav was right. If perhaps this was the sort of thing you didn’t share with everyone. What if they didn’t understand? What if they judged me? And to be fair, how exactly did I explain that I was lusting after two men? Including one who had pretty much brushed me off.
Rather than lay it all on the line, I’d held it all in, choosing only to give them bits and pieces overall rather than the juicy details about my dates with Cav or how Edge had ghosted me.
The last part was what had me so down. Even if he’d planned to, Edge had yet to call, although he was the one who had laid out this unconventional plan. I was overcome with self-doubt, thinking I’d done something that sent him running in the opposite direction. I even felt guilty when I thought about Cav, although I couldn’t seem to help myself. The man had caught me completely off guard, and truth was, I was eager to see him again.
Figuring the text was coming from either Tiffany or Jonah, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and stopped in the middle of the parking lot. A car honked, I shrieked, then bolted out of the way, apologizing as I went.
The message wasn’t from either of my best friends. It was from the Dom who apparently did still have my number.
Edge: I know it’s last minute … care to go out tonight?
