She might never want to see me again after this. Hell, she might leave her job too, and the thought caused a pang in my chest.
She studied me for a long moment before speaking what was on her mind. “Did you not tell me about this room and your because you didn’t trust me?”
“No. I trust you,” I admitted, realizing it was true as soon as I said the words.
“But you kept this a secret.”
“It’s not the kind of thing you share with someone so . . . innocent,” I said.
I watched as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, mulling my words over. “Did you think I wouldn’t be able to handle the truth?”
Considering how scared she looked, I didn’t think that was a bad assumption to make. “Jessica, this isn’t exactly the kind of thing that is brought up in casual conversation.”
She tipped her chin up. “So you didn’t trust me or you didn’t think I could handle hearing you’re a man with darker sexual urges?”
“Neither.” She stared at me with her brow slightly cocked and I went the honest route again. “Both.”
“That’s what I thought.”
She pushed up from the bed, unfurling her legs and I felt my heart rate pick up. Was she walking out? Was she done with me? Did I fuck this up before it even had a chance to get started?
“Jessica—”
“I’ve worked for you for a year. A full year,” she hissed at me, and I was taken aback by the vehemence in her words. “I thought that would have earned a modicum of your trust. That you would have told me about all . . . this, before taking my virginity.”
My lips flattened into a thin line of frustration. “It’s not that simple.”
“It is, Donovan. It’s exactly that simple. You either trust me or you don’t. You either think I’m not some naive little girl or you don’t.”
She went to the door and everything in me screamed to go after her. I didn’t. I stayed rooted in my spot, watching the devastation play across her face.
“Goodbye, Donovan,” she said.
Then she left and I felt something I’d never felt before. Devastated.
Her leaving gutted me.