[Bianca]
His warmth. Insatiable hunger. Cole Hunter treated a woman like his goddess in bed.
So what? There were countless women that he treated the same way. I was just another fuck.
So he treated me like royalty, having room service feed us food that melted in your mouth. So he let me off his dick long enough for a couple's massage when I said my body ached. So he held me close after sex. I was almost always asleep first, but somehow I still woke up to his gorgeous face, watching me sleep. Waiting impatiently to nail my pussy again.
So what if he fucked my body like he was desperate to discover all its secrets? So what if I'd never felt so wanted in my whole damn life? So what if he made me feel like I mattered?
"Somewhat frustratingly irrational woman," Cole began, bringing me back to myself.
I opened my mouth to contradict him, but he took one step forward. There was no more room for me to back up. He had me firmly pinned against the wall. Only an inch of air separated our bodies. It was all I could do not to touch him. My chest heaved. The scent of his aftershave wafting to my nose had me light headed. His close proximity shut me right up.
"I don't get it. Why don't you want to work for me? It makes no fucking sense. Nothing you say makes any sense. Just moments ago, you interrupted a rather spectacular fuck session saying, we need to talk and now you can't get out the door fast enough. Please, explain," he said in that calm, rational, albeit frustrated voice of his.
It took everything in me not to scold myself right in front of him.
"That was then, this is now," I said, sticking my nose in the air. "I have my reasons for not wanting to work for you. That's my business. You got to fuck Brianna Chase. What more could you want?"
"Is this still about your package? Do you want your phone that badly?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.
Flustered. Dare I say, needy. One night stands didn't treat Brianna this way. A tiny flicker of something lit up inside me, watching this man look for reasons to have me stay. My fucking fiancé of five years didn't even give chase. Why the fuck was he?
"No it is not about—" I snapped, cutting myself off as tears pooled into my eyes. "Do you like fucking me that much?"
Anger burned in the pit of my stomach. My heart ached as I recalled walking in on Jason and Brianna. Why wasn't whoever was waiting on him, the woman from the phone call, enough for him?
Being the one cheated on hurt like a bitch, but being the cheater wasn't roses and sunshine either. Was she his wife? Were they struggling? Did he flee to the island just to fuck around on her?
These questions were for someone else to ask him. I was already a fucked up mess. The wound from being cheated on was fresh. That was why I did all this. Getting on a plane to some foreign place in my sister's stead.
Jason was everything I thought I wanted. Then he broke my heart and I met this hot hunk. Total package. Just a vacation fling and yet he treated me better than Jason ever had. Being with Cole opened my eyes to an ugly truth. Did I spend eight years settling for less than I was worth?
"Look, this was fun. Exactly what I needed. An adventure. Something new and different," I said with a small smile. "But now it's time to stop. End of fantasy."
Boy was it different. Sex with Cole was, in a word, phenomenal. Life changing. My body had not been touched like that ever. But the total package was already taken and I was too broken for him anyway. Bianca just needed a moment with her broken heart.
"But why? Why not keep going for a little while longer?" Cole asked, bending his head to nuzzle my neck. "What if we extended your stay?"
My eyes followed his lips as they slowly trailed up my body as he spoke. That mouth had kissed every inch of my body. He knew me in and out, at least physically. The offer was tempting. I wasn't in a relationship with the woman from the phone call. He was. Guilt aside, he made me feel so good. For once in my life, I wanted to say fuck it and put me first.
Who was I when I was with Cole? So free and open, so ready to receive pleasure. So ready to play the part of Brianna Chase, promiscuous supermodel who fucked her twin's fiancé.
That thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. A pang went through my chest as the reality of the state my life was in came crashing down on me once more. Fantasies were amazing, but I needed more. I needed stability. Routine. A strategy. The last thing brand new lawyer Bianca Chase needed right now was the storm of potential for heartbreak that was Cole Hunter.
"I really know how to pick 'em, don't I?" I said, laughing at myself as I played back the phone call between Harmon and Cole in my head. "And then what? What about the woman you're avoiding? Will she be joining us?"
Realization crossed his features. His coy smirk made an appearance.
"Have a little crush on me, Miss Chase? It's just sex, Brianna," he said, his face hardening. "Just fucking baby. Don't take it too seriously."
My inner slut retreated as I recalled Jason saying something similar to me. This man had nothing more to offer me. I had even less to give him. His words stung anyway. Some part of me wanted him to contradict me. To say there wasn't someone else and… and fucking what? He was a real life prince?
"That's just the thing, Mr. Hunter. I take everything seriously. I'm not this person. I'm a bloody bore. Turns out, I need things to come with the sex. Romance. Love. Someone who wants to hold my hand and talk. That's me," I whispered, looking down at my feet as I poured my heart out to the fool who didn't give a damn.