That Guy by Kim Jones

Author:Kim Jones [Jones, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Penelope.”

The deep voice calling my name isn’t Emily’s. The big hand shaking my shoulder doesn’t belong to her either.

It’s all coming back to me.

Flaming dog shit.

Jail.

Jake.

Party.

Sex.

Mmm…sex.

“Penelope. Get up.”

I groan and pull the cover over my head. “Go away.”

Loud, dramatic exhale. “Cam, do something.”

Silence.

More silence.

I’m curious now.

I roll over and peak out from beneath the blanket to see Cam sitting on the ottoman less than two feet from me. He grins. “Good morning, princess. You look like hell.”

He looks like perfection in a suit. “It’s Sunday. Why are you dressed like that?”

“Because I’m at work.”

I look around the living room. “You work here?”

“I do.”

“In Jake’s house?”

“When I need to.” He holds up a steaming cup. “Coffee?”

“I prefer Mountain Dew in the afternoon.” I look out the window. It’s as gray as it was yesterday. “It is after noon, right?”

“It’s eight in the morning.”

I can’t keep the edge out of my voice. “Then why are you waking me up?”

“Because I was told to.”

“You work for Jake, don’t you?”

He tweaks my nose. “Nothing gets past you. Now, get up. Seriously.”

A wave of sadness washes over me. “Are you taking me home?”

“What is she still doing on the couch?” Jake’s thundering voice turns my head. He’s freshly showered, dressed in jeans and a sweater. He stomps over to us and takes a seat in the chair. Man, he looks good this morning. My thighs tingle at the reminder of how good he looked last night.

I glance at the window. At the exact spot where he sank to his knees. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his gaze follow mine. I’m looking at him when he turns back.

He smirks. “The things we do when we’re drunk.”

Ouch.

That probably wouldn’t sting so bad if it didn’t trigger the reminder of what else happened last night. What I’ve been trying all morning to forget. At the party, something sparked between us. He’d told me I was the most beautiful woman in Chicago. We shared that dance. He’d held my hand for the greater part of the evening.

Then we came home. And he fucked me like I’ve never been fucked. Kissed me where I’ve never been kissed. Said things to me that made me feel like I meant something to him. I’m not stupid or naive enough to think that he’d hopelessly fallen in love with me and last night was the start of our happily ever after. But I’d expected more from him than this—left on the couch, alone.

He treated me like a Miss Sims.

I feel like one too.

He slips his shoes on and stands. His towering position over me makes me feel small. The dismissiveness in his eyes makes me feel insignificant. And the pain in my chest worsens.

“I have a very important client coming over today. I need you to stay out of sight while he’s here. You can use the guest bedroom. Take a nap. A shower. I don’t care. But under no circumstances do you come to my office. Understood?”

I have nothing to say, so I simply nod.

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