Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Maybe we could fuck one more time and that would satisfy the itch I had for Jonathon Turner. His fingers brushed across my panties and I squeezed his arms.
One. More. Time.
I knew that wouldn’t be enough. I needed more. I wanted more.
I opened my mouth to tell him to take me…when the perfect moment came to an immediate halt with the knock on my office door.
I pushed Jonathon away and dragged in a deep breath as I fixed my dress.
Jonathon walked to the other side of my desk, his hat positioned in front of his jeans to hide the bulge in his pants.
“Come…come in.”
Shit. My voice was shaky.
The door opened, and Cord walked into my office. He smiled with raised eyebrows when he saw me, which made me even shakier. I was still leaning against the windowsill, trying like hell to act like my panties weren’t soaking wet from the proximity of his best friend.
“What’s up, big sis? I saw your car parked out front and thought maybe you’d like to go to lunch?”
My eyes darted to Jonathon.
Cord turned. “Hey! I was hoping I’d see you here. Was I interrupting anything?”
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” Jonathon said.
Cord bounced his gaze between the two of us. “No. Yes. Which is it?”
Jonathon grinned. “I mean, no, it’s fine. I needed to find out if Waylynn had picked out which flooring she wanted.”
My head was spinning. I had already told him that months ago. “Birch is fine,” I softly said. Jonathon nodded.
“Listen, I know this is last minute, but a few of us are heading to Vegas tonight for the weekend. I’m taking a few days off from the bar. We’re each renting our own room in case of potential hook-ups.” Cord wiggled his brows while I looked away and I rolled my eyes.
Jonathon looked at me. “I can’t go. I’ve got to install the light fixtures in the ballet room.”
Our eyes met, and I knew what he was doing.
“You can’t take the weekend off, dude? I mean, it’s Vegas. Flights are wide open so getting a ticket won’t be a problem.”
Jonathon continued to stare at me. I regretted my next set of words before they even came out of my mouth.
“The lights can wait, and Cord’s right. It’s the weekend and you know what they say, ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’.”
Jonathon narrowed his eyes at me.
Cord clapped his hands. “Awesome, then you’re free to go. What do you say?”
The look on Jonathon’s face about killed me. He looked hurt, and I hated being the person who made him feel that way.
Placing his hat on his head, Jonathon faced Cord. He plastered on a fake smile. “Sounds like a plan. I could use a little bit of fun. It’s been awhile since I’ve had any. Count me in.”
My heart dropped to my stomach, and I had to grip onto the windowsill to keep myself upright. It took everything I had not to show any reaction to Jonathon’s words. They hurt more than he could know, but then again, I deserved it.
Making his way toward the door, Jonathon cleared his throat. “I’ve got to run if I’m heading out with y’all.”
Cord gave him a light slap on the back. “You won’t regret it.” He leaned in closer and said, “I promise.”
Before leaving my office, Jonathon looked back, tipped his hat and said, “Waylynn.” It was meant to sound like a goodbye, but I knew what he was doing. He was giving me one more chance to stop him.
My heart was fighting with my head. I swallowed hard, trying to convince myself I was about to do the right thing by letting him go. “Enjoy Vegas, Jonathon,” I replied, trying to keep my voice even.
His eyes turned dark, his face cold. “I will.”
His words felt like a knife straight into my chest.
Jonathon looked at Cord. “Maybe I’ll even get lucky this weekend. Hell, maybe I’ll find myself a girlfriend. Someone to marry and have three kids with.”
Cord laughed. “Jesus, dude, we’re going to Vegas, not church. Hey, let me walk you out, I’ll fill you in a bit more on the plans.”
Glancing over his shoulder, Cord called out, “Be right back, Waylynn.”
I forced a smile and nodded before I turned away from them both. Tears filled my eyes as I stared at the large pecan tree that was blowing in the wind.
The courtyard matched the feeling in my heart.
Empty.
Chapter Two
Waylynn
Cord’s returning footsteps pulled me from my trance. “Hey, you ready for lunch?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“You want to go down to Lilly’s?”
“Sounds good to me,” I replied.
I shut and locked the door to the dance studio. I knew Jonathon wouldn’t be coming back this evening so there would be no reason I would need to come back either. Especially now that he had plans to leave for Vegas with Cord.