Then, I thought I'd do it on the subway, but there was no reception. My hope is if I can prove he was inappropriate, if I ever do get arrested for whatever Charlie's involved in, maybe I can use that against the FBI as leverage.
Theo stares at me, his mouth agape. Speechless.
"I'm serious," I whisper.
He starts to laugh. He laughs at me. "That's a good one. Seriously. Who are you going to get to help you? The truth this time."
Now, that just takes me from one emotion to the next. I hit his chest. "What's so damn funny?" I ask, not even bothering to wipe my tears because I'm afraid more are right behind them. It's my thing. I cry when I'm angry. "You don't trust me. At all," I say, my voice rising. "I'm so serious. Either you help me, or I'm going to the FBI." That's not a lie. That's the truth. I'll be calling the number on the card Jakobe, Jake, gave me. I guess we're on a first name basis. Groping and all.
God, I wish I could tell Theo about that because he'd so rip that guy's balls off. Okay. So probably not smart to tell Theo. If he'd just promise me he's in this with me, that he trusts me, I'd tell him. But I can't take a chance on him bowing out and losing my second chance.
"You think you're just going to call up the FBI, and they're going to come to your rescue? You realize if you tip them off, you're shooting yourself in your own foot? You can't do that."
"Are you really worried about me or yourself? Because at this point, you're in the middle of it all."
He shakes his head. "I've not signed anything with your firm yet. In fact, if I were to be approached, I'd just tell them we were a one-night stand. That's the truth too." He arches a brow.
"Fucking asshole."
"Me trelaíneis."
"And you're going to talk in Greek so I can't understand you? What did that mean?" I tap my toe, but there's a part of me that wants to jab the fucking heel right into his bare foot.
He smirks. "You make me crazy."
"What the hell, Theo?" I shrug. "I can't read you at all today. You're hot and you're cold. You asked for the truth, and I'm giving it to you. You just have to decide if you're going to accept it. And if you're not, then I need to get back to work."
"Oh, you mean, you won't run to the FBI if I tell you I'm out? Think better of your little flawed plan?" He starts to walk, pushing my body with his until my back meets the refrigerator.
The stainless steel is so cold against my skin. "Uh." I shake my head. "I'm still holding out hope you won't tell me you're out. I want you in." There's so much more meaning to that last sentence. It's a wonder I'm even able to form coherent words.
He dips his head down, his lips on my ear. "If I find out you're lying to me, agapemèni, I'll go to the FBI myself. I'll take you both down. Do you understand me?"
One corner of my mouth tips into a crooked grin as I run my hands under his white shirt and down to the waistband of his sweats. I'm pretty sure these are the same ones he had on last night. "I'm not lying, so that won't be a problem. But you're so hot when you make threats-"
His lips are on mine before I can finish my sentence. This. Is. So. Much. Better. Than. Talking. My arms, my legs feel Jell-o. He places his hand behind my neck, plunging his tongue further. Our teeth clash against each other as our heads move in opposite directions trying to get more, to convey more. At least for me, I am.
His fingers trace their way to my chin. He holds it up as he slows us down then pulls back. When I open my eyes, his are still closed. He slowly opens them before licking his lips. "We need to eat and have our business meeting. We don't have much time. I don't want your shit face fiancé getting suspicious." His eyes widen. "Fuck, Jules. Please tell me you cut your phone off so he couldn't trace it."
My heart sinks before I feel like it flips in my stomach. My face must give him my answer.
He turns to my bag, arching a brow as he starts to dig. "Is it in here?"
I nod.
"Shit. I knew having you come here was a bad fucking idea."
Walking over to him, I rub his arm. "Leave it on. It'll be more suspicious if I cut it off."
He shakes his head. "No."
"Theo, if he's tracking me, he already knows where I am. It's too late."
He clenches one of his hands into a fist, closes his eyes for a long second, then flashes them open. "We've got to be more careful. We were careless earlier."
Rubbing my hands up and down his chest, I stand on my tip toes and give him a lingering kiss. "It was fun, though, wasn't it?"
A devilish grin spreads across his face. He catches me off guard when he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his slender waist. "Oh." My skirt hikes around my waist, and I tug at his shirt in an effort to have skin on skin contact.
"You're a fucking tease. You don't play fair."
I laugh. "You think I'm the tease? And you wanna talk fair?"
He nods, planting his lips on my neck. I tilt my head to allow him access and thread my fingers in his short, wavy hair. "Yeah. You are. And I don't wanna talk at all." He walks me to his room, continuing to assault me with his kisses.
My hips start to move up and down against him, yearning for friction. My head grows fuzzy, and everything in his apartment becomes blurred. The only thing I see is him giving me his full attention, and never have I ever felt so good in a man's arms. Not once have I ever felt whatever this feeling is thumping rapidly in my chest and stomach simultaneously. And then there's the relief that's washed over me, giving me the ability to relax.
Theo is going to help me. And when it comes down to whom I trust more: him or Jake, Theo is going to win every time. There's something off about the Jake guy. And I'm going to tell Theo. As soon as we're done letting all the tension that's been between us free.
He gently puts me down on the bed, but pulls me up a little. Taking the hem of my dress, he pulls it up and slides it over my head before tossing it to the floor. The only thing I'm wearing are my red heels. Releasing me, he sucks in a breath and whistles. "Spread your legs and bend your knees."
I smile, doing what he says.
He gives his head a small shake. "Me trelaíneis. Gamiméno treló."
Letting my hand wander over my exposed breast then down further, I watch him, his head tilting slightly-almost like he's going to tell me to stop-but he doesn't. My fingers reach my clit, and I rub it. "I know the first part means I make you crazy." My heart is about to beat out of my chest. "You made me crazy last night, Theo, when you hung up on me while I was doing this."
He inhales a sharp breath, seals his eyes closed, then flashes them open.
"What does the second part mean?" I dip a finger inside me, dragging in a ragged breath.
"It means fucking crazy." He pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it by his feet, and pushes his sweats down before kicking them to the side. What a sight he is to feast on. The only thing he's wearing is his glasses. It's like he knows we're both in our fuck me apparel, like he's been thinking about this scenario all morning. Desire is painted all over his face and evident in his growing cock. He fists it and starts to stroke it. "You want to play fuck games?" Biting my bottom lip, I try to hide my smile. He's so hot like this. "You'd rather touch yourself than me touch you? You didn't get enough of that last night?"
"I didn't continue after you hung up on me. I went straight to sleep."
"Is that right?" he asks, picking up the speed of his jerking hand.
"Did you finish what you started?"
He smirks. "Maybe. You didn't answer me, though." He climbs between my legs, leans over my body, and grabs a condom from the top drawer of his nightstand. He uses his teeth to open it, then rolls it over the tip, while sitting on his knees. Once he has it on, he moves my hand. Instead of entering me, he rubs it against my opening. "You don't want this instead?"
Bucking my hips, I try to make it slip in, craving him, but he pulls it away.
"No, no. That's not how this game works. You have to answer." He pushes my hips down. "Be still."
Bucking them again, I arch a brow. "Or else?"
He wiggles his eyebrows. "No orgasm for you."
My smile disappears, and I swallow. "Fuck you," I hiss.
His eyes widen. "Shit, Jules. I wasn't thinking. I try not to think about him when I'm with you like this. About what he's done or hasn't done. I was just being me." He falls down by my side and pushes my hair back. "We were playing a game, and I was just lost in you. Only you."
"Come up with some other punishment. Anything else, but not that."
He kisses my cheek. "Anything else?"
"Anything."
He's quiet for a minute.
"What are you thinking?" I ask.
"That I don't give a fuck about the game anymore because it hurt you. I hurt you."
Rolling over, I trace the line of his jaw. He closes his eyes. "I hurt you last night. I guess we're even."