Chapter 6
SIX
Anna
Head still spinning, I load the dishwasher after Jeremy and Elijah leave. As I place it on the drying rack, I catch a glimpse of myself in the window above the sink. My lips are swollen, but otherwise my appearance is unchanged. Yet deep down, I know I’m not the same, that I’ll never be the same.
Jeremy Chase kissed me.
Kissed me, then made me come on the kitchen counter.
As impossible as that seems, it really happened. It happened, and it was nothing like my fantasies. It was so much more.
Even now, he’s all I can think about. But my thoughts are too tinged with lust to make any sense. Desperate for a distraction, I look for something else to clean, but Sylvia is too good at her job. The kitchen is spotless.
Taking out a textbook, I attempt to study for a test on Monday, but it’s pointless. All I can think about is Jeremy’s fingers inside me, his mouth between my legs.
To help calm myself, I grab a seltzer from the refrigerator. Returning to the breakfast nook, I sip it, struggling to process everything that’s happened. One minute Jeremy was teasing me about my package, and the next—
My package!
For one panicked moment, I nearly think Jeremy took the box with him. But then I see it, on the counter, and breathe a sigh of relief. Relief that’s quickly replaced with raw need.
What the hell is wrong with me? It’s been less than an hour since I had my first orgasm and already I’m desperate to come again?
My thoughts return to my new toy.
Decision made, I grab the box and dart upstairs. When I reach my room, I slice the package open with a nail file. Inside is another box that I easily open. Hands shaking, I remove a slender wand from its depths.
Apprehensive, I press a button near its flared base. Nothing happens.
Crap! All that anticipation and they sent me a dud?
Then I notice writing on the box: “AAA batteries not included.”
Stowing the vibrator in my underwear drawer, I return to the kitchen. But as I take a package of batteries out of a drawer, I hesitate. Do I really want to compound my earlier lie by doing something now that I’ll have to hide?
Besides, I don’t even need the toy now… do I?
Suddenly, I realize that I don’t actually know where I stand with Jeremy. Yes, what happened between us in the kitchen was… hot. But maybe he regrets it already?
We’ll talk when I get back .
For one paranoid moment, it occurs to me that he might be intending to fire me when he gets back. But then I remember the look in his eyes as he went down on me and know that I’m being foolish.
God, the look in his eyes…
Even now, I can still feel his lips on mine. Still feel his thumb teasing my clit. Feel his fingers inside me. The absence of those things, the absence of him, is a physical ache. I need him inside me, and not just his fingers, but all of him.
I know I should wait for him to get home, know that we probably really do need to talk. Surely, he’ll understand why I had to buy the toy?
He just demonstrated that he’s just as attracted to me as I am to him. Elijah might not have known what his father was doing in the laundry room, but I did.
At the thought of Jeremy jerking off to thoughts of me, I realize that there’s no way that I can wait. I need to come.
Jeremy
God, being separated from Anna even temporarily after finally getting to taste her is sheer hell. I’m more than distracted as I drive Elijah to Max’s house, but luckily he’s too busy texting his friends to notice. Still, it takes longer than I’d like to reach his friend’s house in the Sunset.
The second he’s out of the car, I’m on the road again, hurrying back to my gorgeous girl.
On the drive back to Sea Cliff, I make better use of my time, placing calls I’d rather Anna not hear. Jared doesn’t pick up. Typical. I leave a terse voicemail spelling out what I need. And then, in case he fights me on it, I call Heather and instruct her to find a copy of my mother’s will.
“Sure, boss. Anything else I can take care of tonight? I have Holly’s thing this weekend. Unless you need me to cancel...” From her tone, it’s clear that she’s hoping I’ll ask her to do just that.
But actually, there is something else, yet I hesitate. What if I’m moving too fast?
Fuck it. If anything, I’m not moving fast enough. I never should have left Anna. Knowing I’m wasting time, but needing to check, I pull over and hit the hazard lights.
“As a matter of fact, there is, but I’m afraid it won’t get you out of attending your sister’s show.” I pause to pull up the cameras. “Remember that contract we had legal draft? Fill in the personal details we discussed and send it over.”
“Oh my God. Are you sure? That seems like a big—”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
I stare down at my phone as Anna opens a drawer. With trembling hands, my angel unscrews the end of that cheap toy and inserts two batteries.
Oh no, she fucking isn’t.
“Jeremy? Did you hear me?”
“What?” I throw the car into gear and reenter traffic.
“I said the lawyers will pitch a fit if I email something like that, and the signing service is undergoing maintenance. Do you still have that old fax machine in your home office, or do I need to drive a copy over?”
“The fax is still there,” I snap, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. “Send it over. Tonight.”