Chapter 24

Jeremy

Finally.

Linny Faye is finally admitting that she remembers what happened in Vegas. I have no idea if seeing the tiara pushed her to this point, or if it’s the sheer weight of the constant denials.

She nervously looks past my shoulder to the end of the corridor. The restaurant beyond is bustling with people.

I saw her the second she walked in holding tight to the hand of the guy she was having dinner with the other night.

Roland. Fucking Roland.

“Were you with him when we fucked two months ago? Is that why you’ve been playing the amnesia game for so long?”

“I’m not playing a game.” She straightens, her hands moving to smooth out the skirt of her dress. “And it’s been days, West. It’s only been a few days.”

She’s right, but it feels like weeks, longer if I’m honest.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I cross my arms over my chest and look down at her. “Were you with Roland when we fucked?”

She’s sexy as sin in the red dress she’s got on. It’s low cut enough that I am getting a perfect bird’s eye view of the top of her breasts.

“How do you know his name?” She takes on the same defensive stance as me, but it only makes me want to touch her tits more. They’re pressed together now above where she’s crossed her arms.

“You two were having dinner here last Saturday.”

“Oh my god, you’ve been following me.” Her hands drop to her hips. “What the hell?”

I thought she was beautiful when she was beneath me, languid and serene after coming, but the way she looks right now takes it to an entirely new level.

She’s hot as fuck when she’s angry.

“I was having dinner with my business partner and thought I recognized you,” I answer calmly, staring into her eyes. “I asked the server if he knew your name, but the only name he caught was your boyfriend’s. Roland.”

She gives her head a curt shake. “I can’t believe this. You saw me before you walked into the conference room on Monday?”

“Were you sleeping with Roland when we fucked?” I press for an answer to that question because it’s too damn important to ignore.

Her gaze searches my face for something. “I’m not like that. I would never cheat on a man.”

Disappointment. That’s what’s swimming in her vivid green eyes. She’s disappointed that I asked, that I assumed that she’d fuck one guy while another was waiting for her back in his bed.

“This is our second date.” Her hand jumps to the center of her chest. “Tonight is the second time I’ve seen him.”

Fuck. Just fuck.

She had her first date with him two days before I saw her in the conference room at Faye & Sons? I just missed my chance.

“Are you going to see him a third time?” I ask because I want Roland out of the picture.

“Linny?”

As if on cue, a guy’s voice calls her name from behind me.

Roland’s timing is impeccable, his taste in women too, but that won’t stop me from shutting down whatever is happening between them.

“I’m here, Roland,” she says loud enough that her soft voice carries through the long corridor.

“Is everything okay?” Heavy footsteps accompany the words.

Fuck this guy.

I lock eyes with her once more before I turn on my heel. He’s headed straight for us.

“I’m fine,” she says as she steps around me. “Mr. Weston and I were just talking business.”

His hand is outstretched before he’s in front of me. “Roland Elgar. It’s good to meet you.”

“Jeremy Weston.” I take his hand in mine because being an asshole won’t get me what I want. Charm will. “I was just about to invite Linny back to my table. I’d love if you both joined us.”

“We’re here with friends,” he says, his hand dropping mine to grab hold of Linny’s. He brings it to his lips and feathers a kiss over her knuckles. “We should get back to them.”

“Stop by my table if you get a chance, Linny.” I smile past the envy. I don’t want his lips touching any part of her. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. “I’m sure your date would prefer to have you all to herself tonight, Mr. Weston.”

Jealousy looks even better on Linny than anger.

I want to push her against the brick wall, kiss her hard and fuck her even harder.

“You’re talking about the blonde woman in the black dress?” I inch my brow up. “You noticed the two of us together?”

Her hand comes up to her hair, tugging on a strand. “She’s lovely.”

“I was talking about introducing you to my business partner, Rocco Jones.” I ignore Roland and keep my gaze on her. “The woman I brought with me tonight is my cousin. Her name is Cindy.”

The look on her pretty face is priceless. It’s relief mixed with confusion.

“We should get back to Harmony and Reuben.” Roland pulls on her hand. “It was good to meet you, Jeremy.”

I can’t say the same, so I don’t say anything at all. The nod of my head does all the talking for me.

I watch them walk away, my gaze pinned to Linny’s ass. I chuckle because I may not be going home with her tonight, but Roland isn’t either.

The way she turns back to get one last glance at me is all the reassurance I need. She still wants me and now that we’ve established that we’ve fucked, it’s only a matter of time until it happens again.