9. Petra

CHAPTER 9

Petra

I t's been four dates and Jeremy has been a perfect gentleman. A little peck on the cheek and he's left me at my door every damn time.

My pussy is so needy right now that I can't even get myself off no matter how hard I try.

Promise sits on my bed as I get ready. "So how's it been going with Mr. Hot Stuff? You two do it yet?"

"No," I growl.

She giggles and leans back on her hands. "Why do you sound so frustrated?"

One hand reaches up and rubs at her tummy. "You ready to bag yourself a man?"

"Ugh!" I roll my eyes and flop down beside her. "You really are a menace! Stop saying it like that. It's not like I'm going hunting or something. I'm dating the man."

"Fake dating the man," she says.

"Right. That."

She eyes me, her gaze sparkling. "It's not so fake anymore, is it?"

I sigh and close my eyes. "No. I don't know what to do. I want him. I've always wanted him in some damn way. It's a fucking sickness. Did I tell you what I was doing the night the popcorn caught on fire?"

She sits up, her eyebrows lifted. "No! What were you doing?"

"I was pleasuring myself and thinking about him."

She grins at me. "Oh, that's perfect. Absolutely perfect. You're bonkers, you know that?"

I fall back on the bed, groaning. "I know!" I wail. "I can't believe that this is happening! Why is this happening?"

She leans into my face. "Because you're in love with him."

I shake my head and she nods. "Yes, you are. Why can't you just admit it?"

"Because I don't want to be," I pout.

She giggles. "What are you, two? Come on. You're in love. He's in love with you. It's all perfect."

I open my eyes, shocked. "He's not in love with me."

She snorts. "Gimme a break! Yes, he is. He's been in love with you forever."

"He never said anything."

"Why would he? You were doing your level best to argue with him about everything since you got back home. And even after you started working with him you kept avoiding him like the plague. What guy is gonna pop off with, "Hey, I know that you've been avoiding me and you can't even be in the same room as me but I love you. I have always loved you."

"Why not?"

She groans. "Uh…because he's not a psycho!"

"Fine. I get it." I roll my eyes. "But I still don't think that the man is in love with me. He's never said a word, never acted like it."

"Fine. What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know. I freaking can't stand it! I need him! I want to lose this damn v-card! Why the hell won't he fucking touch me?"

"Wow! You're worse than kade and I."

Glaring at her, I rip the pillow out and throw it at her. "Nobody's as bad you two. I can't believe that you were fooling around again in the store."

"What do you want from me? I've got all these damn pregnancy hormones rolling around in me and he just looks so hot all the time."

"It's a good thing that he's younger so he can keep up with your horny ass."

She giggles. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not. I'm trying to point out that y'all are disgustingly happy and it's pissing me off right now. I want that man more than I ever thought I could and he's acting like a damn victorian virgin!"

Promise rolls over on the bed on her side, holding her tummy and just roaring with laughter. Miffed, I growl, "I'm glad that you find this amusing."

She straightens up and smooths her face out. "Use that big brain of yours and seduce the man. He loves you. He wants you. All it's gonna take is one tiny push and believe me! He'll be all over you like a freaking cheap suit."

Grimacing, I sigh. "Lovely picture. I'm just not sure that I can do that. Obviously I've never seduced a man."

"It's not that hard," she giggles. "Well, okay. It is hard. But not hard to do. He'll be hard."

"I get it. Jesus! Your pun game is not good right now. Disturbing. Is this from pregnancy brain?"

"Nope. Just me. Being disgustingly happy."

"Well, stop it."

She whoops and then looks at the time, scrambling up. "I've got to get going. I'm seducing Kade tonight."

Raising a brow, I stand up and cross my arms. "How do you seduce someone who wants it anyway? That seems like it doesn't fit the definition of seduce?"

"Potato tomato," she giggles.

"Oh god! Just go home. I'll figure this out."

"Here. I'll help." She wanders into my closet and comes back out with a sexy little maids costume that I wore one year. "Leave off the apron and just wear the little black nightie. Then add in those scrappy black sandals and wear the little lace halloween mask that you've got in there. I remember black thigh highs. Wear those too."

She reaches over and floofs my hair up on my head. "Fluff it all up and add hairspray until it looks all sexy and wild and then wait until he gets here but have the door unlocked. Just don't stand in the doorway. Holler for him to come in."

"Why not answer the door?"

"If he's anything like Kade you won't be able to sit for a week if you do that! Those kinds of guys are fucking territorial as hell!"

"And you put up with that?"

She giggles again. "You'll see."

"Humph! Maybe he'll see."

"Yeah. Go with that. Can't wait to see how it turns out." Then she jogs out the door and I holler after her.

"You're pregnant! Slow the hell down!"

"Got it!"

I close the door and walk back to my bedroom, staring at the outfit that Promise told me to wear.

I sigh and head for the shower. What do I have to lose? Certainly not my pride.

I groan and turn on my shower, the steam filling the room and fogging up the mirror so that I can't see how freaking crazy I look right now.

"We'll see how this goes. How the hell did it get this bad, woman?" I growl.

I fell in love with a man who apparently can go without sex like a freaking camel.

I found me a unicorn. Now I just need to seduce the bastard.

Whistling, I hop in the shower, scrubbing and moisturizing until I gleam with silky skin that I hope is freaking irresistible.

Can I make it work with the man who fired me? I don't know. But surely I can get one night with him? Just something to keep me warm on those cold winter nights.

When everything goes to hell in a handbasket as it inevitably will. We can't seem to help needling each other.

That's not love is it? Not real love. Just lust.