"You took me into a private room last night." I'm just going to launch into this without a parachute. Bombs away, Jessica.
He takes a heavy swallow of the liquid. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it." The smirk that accompanies the statement pulls at the edges of my anger.
"That's irrelevant. We're talking about the private room." I need him to stay focused on something other than sex for twenty seconds.
He scratches his forehead. "Jessica, what's this about?"
Why does he have to say my name like that? Why didn't I tell him my name was Jess? If I had done that it wouldn't pull up so many feelings each time he said it. "You have a key card to get into that room, don't you?"
He studies my face. His expression is so indifferent. I can't read it at all. "I do, yes."
"Nathan." I feel my knees buckle slightly so I lower myself to a chair. "Nathan," I repeat his name.
"No." His voice is serious, the tone uncompromising. "Jessica, no. Don't think that."
"Think what?" I can feel my stomach knotting. "You have a key."
He slams the glass down with a thud on the bar before he's in front of me. "Jessica, listen to me."
I want to cover my ears. I don't want to hear another lie seep out of his mouth. "I just wanted to know if you had a key." It's the truth, that's all I came here for. I just wanted him to acknowledge that he had a key because he takes women in there to fuck them when he's at that club.
He moves swiftly to where his suit jacket is hung by the door on a coat rack. I watch silently as he rummages through the inner pocket, pulling out his wallet. "I need to show you this."
"You don't have to show me anything." I'm on my feet. I have to walk out of his door and never look back at him again. I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't keep circling back thinking he's going to magically change into a decent human being.
"God, this is so fucked up." His voice is barely recognizable. There's so much raw emotion in it. "Jessica, wait."
"No." I brush past him and reach for the doorknob. "I'm going."
"Look." He shoves a key card in my face. It's so close my eyes can't register anything beyond the blue and yellow hues of the card. "Take it. Just look."
"I don't want to." I turn the door handle. "You're never going to change."
"Look at the god dammed card, Jessica." His hand covers mind and twists the door handle back into place. "You're not going anywhere until you look at it."
Chapter 12
"You joined the club yesterday?" The details don't register. Why did he join yesterday?
"Jessica, fuck, please understand this," he's pleading. His hand is pulling on the hem of my sweater. "I can't resist you. I literally almost come when you walk in a room. I'm hard all the time when I think about you."
"Yesterday?" I repeat again.
"Shit." He moves away from me and starts pacing. "This is going to sound so fucked up."
"What?"
"I've come every day since you were in the hotel suite. I've jacked off thinking about you." He nods towards my body. "I'm so hard right now, Jessica. I can't control it. Tell me you get that."
I shake my head. "No. I don't."
He bows his head and pulls in a heavy breath. I can see his chest heave under the fabric of his light blue dress shirt. Small beads of perspiration are gathering on his forehead.
"Tell me," I spit out. "Nathan, say it."
"Your body is like a drug to me. Christ, it's like I'm fucking addicted to everything about you. The smell of your skin, the taste of you, how tight you are when you're gripping on my cock and I'm pumping myself into you." He leisurely runs his hand along the outline of his erection. "I could jerk off right now. Seriously, you make me so hot."
"The room." I want him to explain. I need that.