Page 100 of Ruthless Ambition
Chapter 24: Angel
Did I just tell him to buy condoms?
What the hell was that about? Did I want to have sex with him again? I didnotlike this man. At all. Yes, he was a great agent. Yes, he was hot and sexy and all the things. Yes, he knew what he was doing with that impressive piece of equipment God had blessed him with.
But . . .
He wasOnyx.
My enemy. Myrival.
Notmy fuck buddy.
Not my panty-ripping, orgasm-inducing . . . lover? I shuddered. No. Definitely not.
Standing outside my office building, I had no idea where to dash to so I could grab underwear. Shit. I jerked when a cool hand touched my elbow, and Onyx looked down at me.
“You seem to forget you aren’t exactly safe,” he said snidely. “Where to?”
“You’re coming?”
Onyx’s lips twisted in a self-satisfied smirk. “It seems that it’s the theme of the day,” he said lasciviously. “This way,” he ordered, and we walked a few blocks together until we were both in a convenience store, which wasn’t exactly helpful. With a sigh, I purchased wet wipes and already knew I wasn’t getting panties here. I resigned myself to being bare. I couldn’t look at him as I put the wipes in the basket, and I prayed to the Lord that no one I knew would see me when he dropped the two packets of condoms on top of them.
“Two?” I questioned in disbelief. Onyx thought about it and picked up another two.
“I’ll get more when we need them,” he said with a confidence that I found truly amazing.
Wordlessly, I placed my purchases on the counter and was grateful when the employee simply rang them up without comment. We walked back to work.
“You don’t think this is weird?” I asked him.
“What?” He had been walking beside me with his hands in his pockets, completely relaxed, completely at ease.
“You and me,” I looked around quickly, “you know, doing it.”
“Doing it?” he asked me with a smirk. “Fucking, you mean?”
I heard a younger woman gasp as we passed her, and I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment. “Why? Why do you do that?”
“It’s funny.”
“You never, ever laugh,” I commented. “Not really.”
“Really?” He looked contemplative, but he didn’t speak again.
In the elevator, he was on his phone, and I knew he was already lost in his head and his work. I paused at the restrooms, and he turned to me, realizing why I stopped, and with a casual nod, he went back to his office.
In front of the mirror in the bathroom, I looked at myself. The cut from my neck was visible, and I self-consciously pulled at my blouse. My hair was a little messy, but if you weren’t me, you wouldn’t notice. Well, I was sure Onyx would notice.
Quickly, in case someone came in, I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it aside to look at my shoulder. I saw the faint bruise, and my fingertips traced over it as I remembered how he felt as he came inside me. Opening the bag, I looked at the four innocent boxes of condoms.
He wanted to have sex again.
Did I?
Buttoning my blouse, I watched myself. Yes. With his body, but maybe not with him. I chuckled at the silliness. He made me feel good, but he was . . .him. He felt nothing for me, and Iknew that better than anyone. I had been on the receiving end of his fuckery for months. Years. And I didn’t even know ifIfelt anything for him. If I had to ask myself, then surely not?
He didn’t need me to like him, and I didn’t. I was sure of it. Did we need to like each other to have sex? I was too old to have this conversation with myself, I decided.
