“A chick from work. She needed my signature on something. No biggie. I work with super-cool people. You’d love them.”
“I’d love to know a lot of things,” Jay said pointedly. So he had no other recourse but to go back down on her until she forgot everything but his name as she screamed it.
CHAPTER 7
With her eyes still shut, Jaylene stretched her arms above her head, pointed her toes, and yawned. Man, there were sore muscles that she didn’t recognize.
Deliciously sore muscles that reminded her of the night before with every turn of her body.
Thinking of the night before …
Had she really done the things she’d done? Really let Noah dominate her as she had? And had she really loved every single freaking minute of it?
Yes, yes, and emphatically yes.
While there was still much to work out in her head, her body and soul responded to her lover as if he were the only man she’d ever been meant to be with. So whether it was easy or not to fit her newly discovered interests into her rigid system of beliefs, she’d have to find a way to do it. As certain as she was of women’s right to equality, she was just as certain that her own womanhood was strengthened when she was in the arms of Noah Harrison.
And thinking of Noah … and his arms …
She opened her eyes and looked at the empty bed next to her. He wasn’t there, which was a bit surprising, but in the rumpled sheets where he’d slept she found a folded piece of plain white typing paper. She unfolded it and read his simple block lettering:
Jay,
Went to scavenge for breakfast. Don’t move.
Noah
P.S. By don’t move, I mean, please don’t move. I wouldn’t want to get bossy when we aren’t in bed. Though you’re still in bed … so don’t move.
He’d even drawn a smiley face at the end, which made her grin from ear to ear. But, as much as she wanted to obey, she had to pee. So don’t move was not an option.
After she’d used the tiny bathroom and cleaned up a bit from the activities of the night before, Jay looked around for something to throw on. Noah probably expected her to be waiting naked, but that expectation alone drove her to want just the opposite. She hadn’t changed her personality entirely, after all. The act of defiance felt as familiar as a worn pair of running shoes.
Not feeling comfortable enough to dig through his dresser drawers, she opened Noah’s bedroom closet hoping to find a robe or a shirt. She scored when she found a discarded T-shirt lying on top of a box. It even smelled like him. Perfect.
She pulled it on over her head, taking a deep inhale as the fabric passed over her nose. It fell on her nicely, hitting the tops of her thighs. She looked sexy in it, if she said so herself. If Noah wasn’t happy with her in it, he’d simply have to remove it.
Before she shut the door to the closet, her eye caught on the box that had been hidden under the T-shirt. It was partially open, and inside were brown-paper-covered bricks. Several of them. What the…?
Though it was entirely in her nature to snoop further, she didn’t want to ruin her budding relationship. But brown-paper-covered bricks? That was something out of a crime novel. Like, didn’t drug dealers wrap their cocaine that way? And wasn’t there a rise in drug-related crime in their area? And Noah still hadn’t told her what he did for a living—
Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God.
Was Noah a … a … she couldn’t even think the end of that sentence. Yes, she could. She had to. Drug dealer. Was Noah Harrison’s occupation so secret because it was illegal?
She shuddered. There was no choice for it—she had to see. She carefully pulled back the flap of the box and reached her hand in. Taking a package in her palm she realized it felt less solid than she imagined a brick of cocaine would feel and more like … well, like a paperback book, maybe. Which was almost as strange. Who had a box full of brown-paper-covered paperback books in their closet?
Or maybe she simply didn’t know what a brick of illegal substances felt like. Or what if she’d been right earlier, and it was porn? Oh, God, oh, God! What if he videotaped the girls he brought home, and she was about to go viral? Oh, God!
There was no time to analyze it properly because right then the front door banged open in the other room. Noah was back and Jay was at risk of being caught red-handed. Red-handed with what was still the question, a question she was unwilling to leave unanswered. So, on an impulse, she closed the closet, and quickly stowed the package in her purse, which she’d left by the nightstand. She made it into the bed just as Noah walked in the room with a handful of napkins and two foil bundles.
Were those drugs? What had she gotten herself into?