27. Theo
27
Theo
I ’d slept like a baby. Even with all the lumps in this awful mattress, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I’d knocked out.
You didn’t need to be a genius to work out why that was. Fucking Jessica was even better than what I’d imagined.
The feel of her soft skin, her beautiful breasts and God, that pussy. I could’ve stayed buried inside her for days.
If Glenda hadn’t knocked on the door to complain about the noise and Jessica was willing, I would’ve loved to have gone a few more rounds. There was so much more I wanted to do with her but hadn’t got the chance. And something told me I never would.
In the heat of the moment, I knew Jessica was all in. She’d enjoyed it as much as I did. It wasn’t just great sex. It was incredible. But hearing Glenda’s voice behind the door was a reality check. Jessica was right. It wasn’t professional.
Edwin might be into the whole community spirit, sharing and caring stuff, but I didn’t think that extended to exchanging bodily fluids.
And if my father got wind of this, he’d be furious. Fucking over an enemy was perfectly acceptable. In fact, if it meant getting ahead, he’d encourage it. But actually fucking them was a definite no-no. Especially when he still had his sights set on me settling down with Penelope.
It was clear. As much as I enjoyed last night and would love to have sex with Jessica on repeat, it couldn’t happen again.
Funny that I even had to think about not sleeping with the same woman more than once. Normally one time was plenty.
But Jessica wasn’t like other women. She was different.
She was smart. Opinionated. Funny. And so damn sexy.
A flashback to how she tightened around my cock as she came and the sound of her cries of pleasure flooded my brain and sent a jolt of desire straight to my dick.
Shit.
It didn’t matter how amazing last night was, I still couldn’t go there.
I jumped out of bed and put on my vest and tracksuit bottoms. A run was exactly what I needed to run off the sexual frustration.
Once I’d been for my run and showered, I got ready to go out for breakfast. I hadn’t eaten here at the B&B for days because I’d tried to avoid Jessica and this morning I had even more reason not to see her more often than was necessary.
Before, I was trying to push the fantasies of being with Jessica out of my mind. But now I knew exactly how it felt to have her, it’d be even harder to keep my cool.
And of course there was Glenda. There was no way she wasn’t going to make some sort of suggestive comment.
It was settled. I’d head to the bakery cafe and grab a coffee and some crumpets.
Just as I was about to leave, my phone rang.
When I saw who was calling, my chest tightened.
‘Father.’ I plonked myself down on the bed. Whatever he had to say wasn’t going to be good.
‘Where’s the proposal? You still haven’t sent it to me.’
‘Is it really necessary?’
‘If I tell you I want to see the proposal, then you send it to me.’
‘Fuck’s sake,’ I muttered under my breath, grinding my jaw.
‘What did you say?’
‘Nothing,’ I sighed. ‘You’ll have it by tomorrow.’
‘Make sure it’s in my inbox by tonight.’
I hung up and punched the mattress. I was so sick of his bullshit.
Trust him to ruin my good mood. I just wanted to forget about this pitch for an hour before I started my day. Was that too much to ask?
My gaze fell on the bag of books I’d bought yesterday. I hadn’t given them to Jessica. For a second I wondered whether it was a good idea and then I dismissed it. It absolutely was the right thing to do.
I wanted Jessica to find her joy for reading again. And I couldn’t let our one-night stand get in the way of that. Maybe I’d leave them outside her door with a note. I’d work out what to do later.
For now, though, I needed to escape reality. And thanks to Jessica, I knew exactly how to do that.
I reached into the bag and pulled out the thriller I’d started reading on the train.
Time for breakfast and to lose myself in a book.