Ignited & Unhinged (Billionaire Secret, Book One)(Billionaire Romance, New Adult Romance, College Romance) by Lexi Summers Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lexi Summers
believe me.
“Why is that so hard to believe?” I wonder out loud, confused.
“So you didn’t run away because you felt weird about what happened?”
What happened ?
“Weird?” What the hell was he talking about? “I’m feeling kind of lost here, Damon. You’re going to have to help me out.”
“Well, you know…” he glances around like he’s checking to make sure no one can hear and then lowers his voice to a whisper, “I took your virginity.”
Uhh.
Was it normal for guys to be this concerned about taking someone’s virginity?
When I don’t say anything, he explains, “I thought you would want to cuddle and sleep over.”
Is that what I was supposed to do? What I was supposed to want?
I don’t dwell on the shoulds of the situation because something he’s just said irks me.
It needs correcting.
“You didn’t take my virginity. I set out last night to sleep with you .”
I speak slowly to make sure he gets it, “And I did. And it was great. And I left feeling great. I just wanted to sleep in my own room.”
The whole thing comes out like I’m trying to get through to someone who is mentally challenged.
The line that had formed between his eyebrows disappears. His entire face relaxes.
“You aren’t shitting me are you? That was all completely true.” He shakes his head like he is trying to clear it.
I don’t know what to say. I was obviously telling the truth. Why would I lie about something so insignificant?
I smack my lips together and nod slowly.
“You are a strange one.” He runs his fingers through his hair.
“Why because I tell the truth? Because I was supposed to want to cuddle?”
The idea of snuggling into his bare chest with his strong arms around me did do something to my body…
But the truth was last night I was on a mission.
I succeeded so I went home.
It was pretty straightforward. It had to be. I would not let myself get all twisted.
I don’t know how many of my thoughts he can read as they travel across my face, but the fascinated look he’s giving me makes me curious about his experience, “What kind of women are you used to?”
He seems thrown by the question, like I’d just blown his mind. “Apparently, the lying needy kind,” he laughs.
Our food arrives just then and we eat now more relaxed in each other’s company.
We talk about college, and classes, and his favorite thing about SE House, and my observations of college so far.
When the waiter clears our plates. His mood turns more serious.
Like now he’s the one on a mission.
“I realize that you are new to this…sex, I mean,” he begins, “but there’s something about you, you are clearly comfortable in your own skin and you aren’t afraid of your desires.”
He stops.
Something occurs to him. “Why were you still a virgin?”
I open my mouth to give some totally cool answer I’ve prepared if asked.
But the truth is I don’t have any kind of explanation prepared for this particular question.
So I just opt for the unfiltered truth.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I shrug.
Why should I hold anything back? He’d already seen me naked.
The words come out in one aggressive heap, “Do you remember how hard it was to get in here? I barely slept in high school. I didn’t have time for guys and that was just fine by me since most of my girlfriends turned into complete ass hats the second they got a boyfriend.”
It always bothered me how my friends changed before my eyes.
Suddenly, it was all about their boyfriends.
They wouldn’t make plans to hang out unless they were sure their boyfriends didn’t have plans.
And then would cancel if the guys became available. Their grades suffered.
They were emotional wrecks when anything was going wrong in their relationships.
It was a mess and I resented having to deal with any of it.
Already not enough hours in the day…
“I’m sensing some anger there.” He leans away fractionally.
“Yeah, well, I’m not a fan of the way
“Why is that so hard to believe?” I wonder out loud, confused.
“So you didn’t run away because you felt weird about what happened?”
What happened ?
“Weird?” What the hell was he talking about? “I’m feeling kind of lost here, Damon. You’re going to have to help me out.”
“Well, you know…” he glances around like he’s checking to make sure no one can hear and then lowers his voice to a whisper, “I took your virginity.”
Uhh.
Was it normal for guys to be this concerned about taking someone’s virginity?
When I don’t say anything, he explains, “I thought you would want to cuddle and sleep over.”
Is that what I was supposed to do? What I was supposed to want?
I don’t dwell on the shoulds of the situation because something he’s just said irks me.
It needs correcting.
“You didn’t take my virginity. I set out last night to sleep with you .”
I speak slowly to make sure he gets it, “And I did. And it was great. And I left feeling great. I just wanted to sleep in my own room.”
The whole thing comes out like I’m trying to get through to someone who is mentally challenged.
The line that had formed between his eyebrows disappears. His entire face relaxes.
“You aren’t shitting me are you? That was all completely true.” He shakes his head like he is trying to clear it.
I don’t know what to say. I was obviously telling the truth. Why would I lie about something so insignificant?
I smack my lips together and nod slowly.
“You are a strange one.” He runs his fingers through his hair.
“Why because I tell the truth? Because I was supposed to want to cuddle?”
The idea of snuggling into his bare chest with his strong arms around me did do something to my body…
But the truth was last night I was on a mission.
I succeeded so I went home.
It was pretty straightforward. It had to be. I would not let myself get all twisted.
I don’t know how many of my thoughts he can read as they travel across my face, but the fascinated look he’s giving me makes me curious about his experience, “What kind of women are you used to?”
He seems thrown by the question, like I’d just blown his mind. “Apparently, the lying needy kind,” he laughs.
Our food arrives just then and we eat now more relaxed in each other’s company.
We talk about college, and classes, and his favorite thing about SE House, and my observations of college so far.
When the waiter clears our plates. His mood turns more serious.
Like now he’s the one on a mission.
“I realize that you are new to this…sex, I mean,” he begins, “but there’s something about you, you are clearly comfortable in your own skin and you aren’t afraid of your desires.”
He stops.
Something occurs to him. “Why were you still a virgin?”
I open my mouth to give some totally cool answer I’ve prepared if asked.
But the truth is I don’t have any kind of explanation prepared for this particular question.
So I just opt for the unfiltered truth.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I shrug.
Why should I hold anything back? He’d already seen me naked.
The words come out in one aggressive heap, “Do you remember how hard it was to get in here? I barely slept in high school. I didn’t have time for guys and that was just fine by me since most of my girlfriends turned into complete ass hats the second they got a boyfriend.”
It always bothered me how my friends changed before my eyes.
Suddenly, it was all about their boyfriends.
They wouldn’t make plans to hang out unless they were sure their boyfriends didn’t have plans.
And then would cancel if the guys became available. Their grades suffered.
They were emotional wrecks when anything was going wrong in their relationships.
It was a mess and I resented having to deal with any of it.
Already not enough hours in the day…
“I’m sensing some anger there.” He leans away fractionally.
“Yeah, well, I’m not a fan of the way
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