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"Hey, it's only fair," Jordan replies.

"That's not...you don't know what you're talking about." There’s no way I’m going to offer to bring a girl home for him to screw. Hell no. But I could offer him myself. I want him, even though he’s infuriating and immature. The question is, does he actually want me, too? Only one way to find out.





Chapter Ten


Jake

Zack killed it today, and seems back to his old self. He and his fake girlfriend, who is a breast cancer survivor, had a helluva photo op in the center of the field during halftime. He doesn't do anything half-assed, and I bet Jerry is ecstatic with the positive PR.

After the game, Zack disappeared so I decide to head straight home instead of going out to celebrate. I’m just not in the mood, still angry at Addy for fucking Zack. Him I expected it from, but from her...why do I even give a shit? Because she won’t fuck me? Because I want her and can’t have her?

Walking through the front door, I'm hit with that incredible apple pie smell again, making my stomach grumble. I step into the kitchen and a whole, untouched pie sits temptingly on the kitchen island.

This has to be a trap.

I glance around the empty room and decide she probably, most likely, wouldn't actually poison me. I grab a plate and a knife to dig into it, noticing the foil is still warm like it's right out of the oven. When the hell did she have time to bake a damn pie? Didn't she come to the game? I'd intentionally avoided her section at the stadium. I'm still fuming from Friday night and can’t even bear to look at her.

Reaching into the fridge, I grab a drink to wash down my pie and find...root beer? What the fuck is going on? Have I walked into the twilight zone? Because this is too good to be true. The only thing that would make this night better would be for Addy to walk through wearing nothing but a pair of red heels and red lipstick. That's it. Yeah, that'd be awesome.

Never gonna happen.

At least there's root beer and pie. I carry a bottle with me over to the living room and turn on the afternoon Saints and Seahawks game to check out the competition.

I'm sure I must’ve passed out and am having a wet dream when Addy appears before me wearing a one-piece, black lace teddy complete with matching hose and garters. Jesus. Christ.

Her high heels are black but her lips are bright red, and her long dark hair falls gorgeously over her bare, ivory shoulders. I can feel my jaw come unhinged and my dick swell to epic proportions as I take in every delectable inch of her incredible body.

"I'm sorry," she says softly. Dammit, I knew this was too good to be true. I've done passed out and my imagination is running the fuck away in a dream. "I was careless and selfish with Zack. If you're not allowed to be with anyone else then I shouldn't, either."

Okay, now I'm confused. If this was a dream, I sure as fuck wouldn't bring that mood killing shit up. "What the hell are you doing, Addy?" I ask.

She lowers her eyes and a beautiful blush colors her porcelain cheeks and cleavage. "Oh, well, um, I thought that I sort of owe you an orgasm. If you want."

Do I want her to give me an orgasm? Of course I want a fucking orgasm, but I thought I wasn't allowed to touch her. That it'd end our contact and my career. Is that what this is about? She's trying to seduce me because she wants out? Would she do that? She is the spawn of Satan.

"No."

"No?" she repeats.

"I'm not that fucking desperate," I say, looking back over at the TV. When she gasps and leaves the room a second later, my chest instantly burns with guilt. A few minutes later when she returns fully dressed and walks out the front door, the pain is so intense I'm pretty sure my lungs have shriveled up.

I sit in the living room until midnight, watching game day highlights on repeat and the door, waiting for her to come back, so that I can maybe try to repair the damage I've done.

I don't get a chance because she never returns. Not Sunday night, Monday or Tuesday. I had no idea I'd miss her so damn much. The arguing, going out to dinner, kissing her in public…yeah, I want all of it back.





Chapter Eleven


Addison

I scarf my turkey sandwich down my throat before my twelve-thirty emergency appointment. I don't know what the emergency is or even the name of the new client, only that they agreed to pay double to be squeezed into my calendar today. There's not even time for me to read his new client paperwork. I'm running three minutes late so I'll just have to quickly go over it with him once we get started. I walk briskly to the door that leads into the lobby and open it.

"Mister," I glance down at the intake sheet our receptionist handed me just thirty seconds ago, "Reckshun?" I ask the attentive faces in waiting room. "Hugh G. Reckshun?"