Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(176)

Finally, she drew to a halt and dropped her head on Thomas’s shoulder.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting, gasping for air, breathing in each other’s body heat, feeling the slipperiness of each other’s sweat-soaked bodies.

Sasha came back to her senses and rolled off Thomas. She panted, basking in her pleasure as he went to tidy himself up.

So Pippa had been right. The way to Thomas’s forgiveness was through the language of sex. She’d expected it to be harder to get him to come back around to her, but it had been easy. This arrangement was going to work out even better than she’d expected...

She wriggled under the sheets and exhaled with contentment.

Just then, Thomas returned from the en suite bathroom. “What are you doing?”

Sasha opened one of her eyes and peered at him. “Waiting for you.” She rolled onto her side and circled her fingers around the sheet beneath her. “Ready for round two?”

“I’m tired,” Thomas said.

Sasha gave him a sexy look. “I’m not surprised,” she purred. “That was some pretty vigorous thrusting…”

“Sasha,” he said, interrupting her. “I want to sleep.”

She shrugged. “Okay. We can sleep.”

Thomas shook his head. “I want to sleep. Alone.”

Sasha sat up abruptly. “What? I thought that…”

“Thought that all you had to do was screw me to get me to forgive you? It doesn’t work like that. Not for me.”

“So you can sleep with someone even when you’re pissed with them?”

“Don’t be childish. You know it’s half of the appeal.”

Anger quickly replaced the satisfaction she’d been feeling. “That’s a disgusting thing to say.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Don’t act like you didn’t get anything out of it.”

“Because I thought we were reconciling!”

“Well we weren’t. I haven’t forgiven you.”

“But you’ll still fuck me.”

“If you seduce me while I’m tipsy and half asleep, yes.” He bent down and handed her her clothes. “There’s plenty of bunks. I’ll see you when we land.”

Sasha took in the bundle in her arms. Her mouth was open with shock. Thomas didn’t even look at her as she slipped her clothes on.

“This won’t happen again,” she said as she reached the door.

“We’ll see,” Thomas replied, shutting the door in her face.





Chapter Thirteen




They landed several hours later. Thomas left the plane without even looking at Sasha. His behavior towards her made her feel dirty and desperate, like a cheap prostitute. She knew her come on was partially because she was inebriated and goaded on by Pippa, but it still made her feel ridiculous.

Outside of the aircraft it was bright and hot. The sun beat down almost oppressively.

Pippa gave Sasha a thumbs up as they descended the staircase. She must have heard their screaming orgasms. Everyone onboard the airplane must have. Pippa clearly thought the union   between Sasha and Thomas had meant a full reconciliation. She didn’t realize that everything was worse than before.

Sasha tried to hide her embarrassment.

A private car was waiting for them. Thomas got straight in, followed by Pippa. The guards gestured for Sasha to go next, then took up the rear. She was going to have to get used to being followed by security.

As Sasha slipped inside, she noticed that Pippa had purposefully left the seat beside Thomas free. Sasha took the seat opposite her instead and furthest from Thomas. Pippa looked bemused by her actions. The whole time, Thomas was completely silent, gazing out the window as though unaware of anyone around him.

The car pulled away. Pippa opened her folder. “The lawyers are coming tomorrow morning to talk about what we can do about Crystal.”

Thomas grunted.

Pippa rolled her eyes. She looked at Sasha. “And Amore are coming for the photo shoot...” She looked at her watch. “... in about three hours.”

“Photo shoot?” Sasha said.

“Yes, you knew that didn’t you?” Pippa replied. “If you’re wearing their clothes you’re going to have to be in their photographs.”

Sasha felt stupid for not having realized that.

“So,” Pippa continued. “Sasha, hair and makeup will take two hours. Then we’ll be shooting on location. It will be a long evening.”

The car raced through the beautiful landscape, past clean, white-sandy beaches and huge palm trees. Sasha had never seen anything like it. Her family had been too poor for holidays when she was growing up, and she’d been too focused on her studies to join her University friends whenever they went on trips. She’d only travelled a few times, and even then only to budget hostels. This place was like something from a dream, with rows of uniquely designed houses with gorgeous front lawns. It seemed so decadent to own a house on an island like this just for a holiday. Decadent and lonely.