“Okay, I’ll call you later,” he confirms, his voice serious, like he may have something to confess. I do my best to focus on Reis, and his happiness over winning his game and try not to worry.
Chapter 14
Colt
It sounds like Taylor and Reis were getting along nicely, which eases my mind a little. Bria and I on the other hand…not so much. This girl has PMS from hell.
“Colt!” she shrieks from the living room of our two-bedroom suite.
What now? I stuff my phone back in my pocket and head into the living room. Bria is standing in the middle of the room, her shirt lifted to expose her stomach and she’s twisting around trying to look at her back. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh my God. Come here. I think something bit me and I can’t see it.”
I roll my eyes, but head over toward her.
She points to her side. “Over here. On my waist I have bump. It might be a spider bite.”
I lean down and look to where she’s pointing, lifting her shirt out of the way. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Bria and I had a brief fling last year. Brief as in one time, but we never had sex. We just did all the other stuff. She was hesitant to go farther since she knew my reputation. She thought she’d keep me around longer by not sleeping with me. Which might have been true, except I couldn’t stand her high maintenance attitude. Plus after meeting Taylor she became my new fascination.
Her skin is tan and smooth, and as usual a thong peeks from the back of her jeans. This one’s bright orange. Her underwear come in every color of the rainbow, apparently. I inspect the red bump and chuckle.
“Oh God. What is it?” she asks, in a near panic.
I stand and face her. “I think you’ll live. It’s a pimple.”
Her face contorts in disgust. “A what?!” She twists around again trying to see it, like the thought of a pimple is much worse than a spider bite. She straightens her shoulders, swishing her long dark hair over her shoulder. “I’ll just get some blemish cream, that should take care of it.” She saunters off to her bedroom on a mission.
“Glad to be of assistance,” I call to her retreating back.
This is the most motivated I’ve seen her. We’ve been here a couple of days now, and really need to start working. Bria insisted on playing tourist before we spent the entire trip working the case. We’ve been to see many of the major attractions, West Minster Abbey, the London Tower and went to get fish and chips in a traditional pub. But tomorrow, we need to get down to work. We have our first meeting with Geoffrey.
I settle onto my bed and try Taylor’s cell. She answers on the first ring.
“Hey baby.”
“Hi.” Her voice is guarded.
“What are you doing?”
“Lying on my bed,” she answers.
I picture her in the girl’s dorm. “Are you alone?”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
I imagine her lying on her side, facing me, like we’ve done so many times on my pillow. Her hair falls in soft waves over her shoulder and her blue eyes look up at mine, so trusting and bright. She’s utterly beautiful. But she doesn’t know it.
“So I heard Britt talking to Bria this morning.”
Crap. My stomach clenches at the thought. Those two together are sure to be trouble. And Taylor doesn’t need any more reasons to doubt me. “Might as well get it out. What’s on your mind, baby?”
“Bria told Britt you guys were having a romantic time, visiting the London Tower and everything. I had to hear all about in the café.”
I release a hiss through my teeth. I should have known this would come back to bite me in the ass. “We did go see the London Tower, but I can assure you – it was anything but romantic. Bria bitched about her heels pinching her feet the entire time and it was pouring rain.”
“Oh.” Taylor’s quiet. Too quiet.
“Babe, we’ve gone to see a couple of the tourist things the last few days, but tomorrow we’re getting down to work. We’re coworkers, that’s all, I promise you.”
“I just don’t like the idea of you staying at a hotel, in another country for weeks with a girl you’ve slept with. Call me crazy.”
I hesitate for a second, but know I need to come clean. I drop my voice an octave lower, not wanting Bria to overhear me. “I never slept with Bria.”
Taylor stumbles over her words. “Wh-what? What do you mean?”
“Well, we actually never slept together.” I don’t know how she’s going to take this. But I want to be as honest as I can be with her, after fucking up so bad the last time. “We messed around, but we never had sex,” I admit, quietly.
Taylor doesn’t say anything, but I can hear her breathing. After a moment, she sucks in a deep breath. “That’s almost worse.”
“How so?” I thought she’d be relived.
“Because, Colt. I know how you are, I mean how you were. Once you sleep with them, you move on. But if you haven’t yet done that with Bria, you’re probably still curious what it’d be like.”
I shift on my bed. I hadn’t really thought about it, but I suppose she’s right. But that’s the old me. “Taylor, stop. You are what I want now. Just you. End of story.” I hope I put an end to this conversation, but somehow I doubt that will be the case. Taylor doesn’t let things go easily.
“Did she go down on you?” she asks, her voice serious.
“Taylor. Do you really want to talk about this?”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Did you go down on her?”
Shit. I hate disappointing her. I swallow roughly. Maybe if I keep quiet I won’t incriminate myself further. The truth is, Bria and I did pretty much everything but have sex.
“Colt!” Bria shouts from the other side of the door.
“Just a second, baby.” I shield the phone with my hand. “Now’s not a good time,” I call to the door.
Bria stays quiet. I put the phone back to my ear, almost reluctantly.
“What was that?” Taylor asks.
“Ah, just Bria. I told her I was busy.”
“Are you guys in the same hotel room?”
“We have a two bedroom suite. It’s more cost effective than two single rooms.”
“Oh,” she whispers.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
“I don’t like that, Colt. Not at all.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Please trust me.”
Taylor stays quiet, and we say goodnight a short time later. Thought I hadn’t thought twice about it, I now have an uneasy feeling about sharing this suite with Bria. By the way Taylor took the news, I could tell she thought that us sharing a two-bedroom suite on our assignment was a unique thing. I hate now that it wasn’t. I want her to feel special and important to me, not like a number.
Chapter 15
Taylor
The second my eyes open in the morning, I recall my conversation with Colt before bed. I hate the idea that he’s sharing a hotel room with Bria. I know during the field assignment I had with him, we did too. But I assumed that was because he liked being near me. I realize this means they’re together 24/7, sharing every meal, working together, laughing together. The thought does nothing to calm my nerves.
My stomach rumbles loudly. But I don’t care. I’m way too worked up to eat. I need to go get Reis up and go for a run. Maybe then I can pound out some of this angst I feel.
I dress and head downstairs, knocking loudly on Colt’s door to wake Reis.