She sniffed, and her shoulders sagged in defeat. “So you really feel nothing? At all?”
Shit, I felt a fucking orgasm as I got my release. And yeah, her body had been nice and had felt good, and I’d enjoyed it, but that was it. Nothing emotional. I shook my head, hating to hurt her. “No. It was just sex for me. I thought that was all it was for you, too.”
“Is there someone else?” she asked. “Is that why you’re stopping with me?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer this. Reese wasn’t her business, but she was the reason this was ending. “I’ve got feelings for someone else, yes.” There, I’d said it.
She covered her mouth on a sob. “You got into a relationship with someone else while you were fucking me?”
Shaking my head, I let out a frustrated groan. I just wanted some coffee. Not this. “I’m not in a relationship . . . yet,” I told her. “But it doesn’t matter. I want to be. I’m waiting for her.”
Cordelia let out a hard laugh and wiped at the tears streaming down her face. “So the woman willing to give you everything isn’t good enough. You want the one holding back, is that it? God, I hate men! You’re all assholes!” Cordelia yelled the last bit. She pointed at me. “You will regret this. When you need me, you will regret this. All that hot sex we had was fantastic, and you know it. You will want my pussy and my ass again, and I won’t give them to you. This is it, Mase. You’ve had your last chance.”
I didn’t have a response for that. I watched her turn and stalk back to her truck and climb inside. I closed the door and hoped she kept her word and that this was indeed it. I couldn’t do this anymore and be nice about it. I hated hurting her, but she was pushing it.
My phone started ringing, and I looked longingly at the coffee in the pot. I really wanted that coffee. Frustrated, I reached for my phone. Why didn’t everyone leave me alone? Dammit, I wanted a quiet morning.
Harlow’s name lit up the screen.
“You OK?” I asked, anxious that something was wrong. She never called this early.
“I figured you’d be up already. Grant just told me something before he left for work that he heard yesterday that I thought was interesting news. I wanted to share it with you.”
I was almost afraid to listen. She was up to something. I could hear it in her voice. Whatever information she had, she was enjoying it a little too much. “It’s seven in the morning, Harlow. I’ve just gotten up, and I need coffee,” I grumbled as I went to pour myself a cup.
“Drink your coffee, grumpy. I can tell you all the information I have while you drink it.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, only half listening to her. I was more focused on the hot liquid in the mug in front of me.
“Thad—you know, Woods Kerrington’s friend—has been giving Reese a ride to and from work all week.”
This was her news? Rolling my eyes, I walked outside to enjoy my coffee. “Already know that,” I informed her.
“Oh. Well, do you know that he asked her out yesterday for this weekend, and she said yes?”
My hand paused in midair, the mug poised before my lips. What the fuck? “Reese is going on a date with Thad?” I asked, as I lowered my mug, still not sure that was what I had just heard. Reese was nervous with men. Thad was a player. I’d seen the dude in action. He was exactly the kind of guy I knew Reese didn’t like to be around. How the hell? “Who told Grant this?” I asked, waiting for the punch line. This had to be a fucking joke.
“Thad. He asked her when he took her to work yesterday morning, and she said yes. Grant said he looked like a little boy who’d been given a shiny new toy. He wanted me to talk to Reese about Thad. He’s kind of a man-whore, you know, and Grant doesn’t want him to hurt Reese. But I figured I’d call you. Since you’re friends with her, maybe you could call her and give her a heads-up.”
She was so full of it. She knew this would piss me off. Harlow knew me too well. Like hell was Reese going out with Thad. If she wanted to date, then by God, she was gonna date me. “Thanks. I need to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
“OK, well, you will talk to her, right?”
I almost laughed at her fake concern. She knew good and well that I wasn’t about to let that date happen. “I’ll talk to her,” I said, before hanging up the phone.
I slung back the coffee and let it burn my throat. I had to make a call to get a flight and then call Major to get him to take over everything I was abandoning to make sure Thad kept his playboy hands off what was mine.