Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(181)

As she entered the house, she found Pippa sitting on the plush leather sofa listening intently to the conversation taking place in the background. When she saw Sasha, she handed her a towel.

“Darling, you look like a drowned rat.”

“Thanks,” Sasha said, towelling off her hair. “So, how’s it going?”

Pippa crossed her slim legs. “Well, she heard about the lawyers coming tomorrow and decided to negotiate some kind of deal before it gets to that stage. I think she’s convincing him to drop the charges on the condition she goes into rehab.”

“Oh,” Sasha said. She didn’t know how to feel about that. Crystal’s actions had turned her life upside down. She’d humiliated her and cost her her career. Shouldn’t she pay for it?

“How’s it going with you two?” Pippa said, wiggling her eyebrows. “I saw your naughty escapades in the pool.”

Sasha bit her lip. “I don’t know. Things are progressing…”

Progressing into a weird power-play. But they were two consenting adults. If that’s what did it for them, that’s what did it for them. Teasing, tantalizing, taking command. Fighting and fucking. It was just how things worked between them.

“Good. Keep at it.” Pippa grinned. “No pun intended.” Then her eyes flashed with mischief. “Shall I tell him you’ve gone to bed?”

Sasha knew what she was suggesting. But Sasha knew Thomas wouldn’t want to sleep with her after his conversation with Crystal. He’d be too stressed. And anyway, she’d satisfied him already, there was no reason for him to come to her now, was there? He’d proven his point.

“Actually,” Sasha said. “I think I will go to bed. To sleep. I’m exhausted.”

“I bet you are,” Pippa said with a smirk. Then she smiled kindly, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

In her room, Sasha looked at the sexy Amore outfits she’d modelled that day. Black leather, lace, and see-through fabric. This was who she was now. Her old fashion sense didn’t factor into Thomas Lloyd’s world. Was she little more than walking advert? Or did she like this new version of herself? The one that was exploring her kinky side, the was experimenting with sexy new looks, that was learning how to fuck when she wanted to for the pure pleasure of it rather than some vague desire for companionship.

Maybe should care more about the changes she was going through, but the truth was, she didn’t. Nothing felt like a sacrifice when the payoff was steamy sex sessions with Thomas. She still had the taste of him in her mouth and the yearning for him in her groin. But thanks to Crystal, she hadn’t got to enjoy a climax. And thanks to Crystal, Thomas was unlikely to be in the mood to give her one.

She knew she should be more sympathetic. The fire that had scarred Thomas was the reason why Crystal had spiralled into drug use. If she could feel sympathy for Thomas, then surely she could feel it for Crystal too.

Sasha went into the en suite bathroom and stripped down. She looked at her body in the full length mirror. She was hot. How had she never noticed before? She’d tried wearing mature, professional clothes for work. Though they’d shown of her body, they’d never eluded to her sexual prowess, a prowess she was now only beginning to understand.

She got into the shower and began washing the chlorine and Thomas’s spunk off her skin. As she lathered her body she thought about Thomas, about his cock, about the sex they had that took her to places she never knew she could go. She slid her hand down to her clitoris and began pleasuring herself.

Even masturbation had been reinvented by Thomas. She felt no shame anymore. She didn’t even feel the need to be quiet. She had every right to do with her body as she desired.

“Well that’s hot,” a voice came from the door. Sasha turned. Thomas was standing there, lounging against the door frame. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Sasha turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She was naked and dripping wet, a state that she knew Thomas found irresistible.

“Did you want something?” Sasha purred.

Though his eyes burned with arousal, Sasha could tell he wasn’t here for sex. She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Thomas said.

Sasha narrowed her eyes with bemusement. Talking seemed like the sort of thing a couple would do, the sort of thing people who were attached to each other enjoyed. Talking wasn’t something two casual sex partners should be getting involved in.

“Okay…” she said warily. “What do you want to talk about?”

“My sister.”