This wouldn’t last. She had fallen hopelessly for him, but he was only looking for an outlet of distraction. They would return back to work and she would just be his PA again, and him her boss. She sighed. “You want to know something?” She entwined her fingers together and rested her chin on her hands so she could watch his expression. She rolled so her tummy pressed against his hard, flat one.
“What?” he whispered.
“I had a sex dream about you the other night.”
His cock hardened against her thigh as his eyebrows rose. He grinned sexily at her. “Really?”
“I came in my sleep,” she told him in a breathy whisper. “Twice.”
“P-Pardon?” His cock understood what she had said, he just wanted to hear the words again.
“You’ve got skills, boy,” she teased and winked at him.
He groaned and cupped her derriere. “Is dream me better than the real thing?”
She tilted her head and pretended to think about it. “I’m not sure… Do you think you could show me again so I can compare?”
“Hell yeah,” he growled before his lips smothered hers and he took her again.
Chapter 13
The storm had long since passed when they headed back to Alex’s father’s house. They drove with the sound of a radio station playing country music quietly in the background. Jamie dozed in the passenger seat, pleasantly exhausted and spent.
When Alex stopped the car Jamie realized they were back at the house. She sat up and blinked as she looked around.
“Jamie…” Alex stared straight ahead, his hands playing with the keys. He’d opened the garage door, but hadn’t driven the truck inside. “I want to apologize for what happened.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” Jamie reached out to touch his hand. “I was clearly a willing participant.” She grinned happily. “Both times.”
He moved his hands to the steering wheel, avoiding hers. “It can’t happen again.” Alex shook his head. “It didn’t mean anything. With everything going on, I needed a distraction. That’s all it was. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it in the first place.” He refused to look her in the eye.
His confession hit like a punch in the gut. She swore under her breath. She should have known! All she would ever be for him was a good time on the side, a nice distraction from work. He wasn’t capable of caring for someone beyond that. He had probably opened up to her more than anyone else, so she should feel a sense of accomplishment in getting that from him. She had thought there had been more to it than sex when he had taken her under the bridge. It’s just wishful thinking. Stupid thinking. “Of course.” She swallowed. “I-I’m glad you told me. I’m not looking for anything. It won’t happen again.” And she’d freakin’ told him about her dream! She wanted to die of embarrassment.
He looked at her with what she could only see as pity. “Jamie—”
“Don’t. It’s fine.” She opened the truck door. “The neighbors are going to start wondering why we’re just sitting in the driveway.” She forced a half smile before getting out, leaving Alex sitting in the cab, staring at her with longing and regret.
The look on his face hurt her more than his words. She knew he’d never be interested in her. She was just a distraction. No one else was available and she was more than a willing participant. She had acted like a freakin’ dog in heat. And then asked for more!
What the hell was she thinking?
How in the world was she going to get through the next few days?
Jamie hurried into the house, thankful the door was unlocked. She raced up the stairs and to the bathroom. When she came out, she could hear Alex moving about in the kitchen and the clink of a glass on the counter. She lingered in the hallway, not eager to head back down to try and make small talk with Alex. She noticed only one of the doors on the landing was fully closed.
Curious, she moved to it and tried the door. It wasn’t locked so she opened it and looked inside.
It was covered with family pictures and posters of rockstars and baseball players. Jamie recognized a young Alex and Mark with their parents. Mark looked every bit the golden boy, while Alex always had a mischievous look to him. As the kids got older, the darker streak in Alex became much more evident. There weren’t any family photos after Alex’s mid-teens, but there were a couple more with just his parents and Mark as they got older. Jamie swallowed. Even though it had all been for Alex’s own good, she could understand his bitterness well. The photos reminded her of her own family photos. After she started gaining weight, her mother and sister had encouraged her to take the photo much more than be in the photo, so that their firstborn daughter disappeared after her twelfth birthday in the family photo album.
She knew this was Alex’s old room. Mark’s room across the hall and beside the bathroom had suitcases spread all over the floor with clothes neatly stacked and sorted in them from his many stays to take care of his father. All the other rooms in the house had been updated into the 21st century, but Alex’s room was like a time capsule.
There was no sign of the powerful businessman she knew.
All she saw was just a regular teenager who liked rock music, sports, and video games. The desk was messy and cluttered, and looked like it was never used for its intended purpose. His closet drawers were shut haphazardly with a part of a shirt hanging out of one and a sock out of another, as if the t
eenaged Alex was going to walk back in and grab them for a quick change of clothes.
Jamie sat down on the bed and leaned back. Something crinkled underneath and she pulled out two magazines from under the pillow. One was a well-worn copy of Playboy and the other a worn copy of Business Insider, which looked like it had been stolen from the local library twenty years ago. She smiled. That was the Alex Reid she knew.