Indecent Danger (Danger Incorporated Book 3) by Olivia Jaymes Read Free Book Online

nun the rest of that school year. I was a whore and no one was ever going to let me forget it.”
    She moved her legs restlessly, her body filled with a pain so acute it almost took her breath away.
    “And tonight Bruce reminded me of what I really am. I’d almost forgotten. I’ve spent the last ten years trying to run from it but I realize that’s never going to happen. I wanted to be perfect for you so badly, Travis. I wanted to be the kind of woman you could care about, but the fact is I’m still that trashy lay from Chicago. I’m so fucking sorry that I didn’t tell you in the beginning. I really am. I could have saved both of us all of this.”
    Travis had levered up from the loveseat and begun to pace the room, back and forth, as if he was pondering the secrets of the universe. Aubrey said nothing, too exhausted from her confessions to say much more. In reality all she wanted to do was crawl away and curl up in the fetal position for the next several days. A dreamless sleep was the only thing that would stop the hurt from her shattered heart.
    He finally stopped, standing in front of her, but she tried to keep her gaze on his shoes. Tugging at his bow tie, he tossed it onto the arm of a chair with a heavy sigh, along with his jacket.
    “Aubrey, look at me.”
    Deep and commanding, she found herself obeying his voice even though it was difficult to see him through her tears. She’d never wanted it to come to this.
    “I am so fucking angry right now and I’m trying to keep myself under control.”
    “I’m sorry–” she began but he reached down and pressed a finger over her lips, getting on his knees so they were eye to eye.
    “I’m not angry with you so stop apologizing. You don’t have a damn thing to apologize for, kitten, although it sounds like you don’t believe that. But this talk between us is apparently long overdue.” He leaned forward, their noses almost touching. “And by the way, if you ever call yourself a slut or a whore again you’re going to find yourself over my knee getting a very unpleasant spanking. I won’t allow you to denigrate yourself in any way. Am I understood?”
    No, she didn’t understand in the least. She’d slept around. She didn’t know how many guys she’d had sex with. She’d lost count.
    “But–”
    His lips crashed into hers effectively silencing her, and they both tumbled back onto the small sofa, their bodies pressed together. When he lifted his head his expression was a mask of control.
    “I mean it. Don’t ever speak of yourself that way again. I don’t care if you’ve slept with the entire NFL. Just fucking stop it. I won’t tolerate it.”
    More tears welled up in her eyes and his face softened, pulling her onto his lap.
    “Is that what you’ve been torturing yourself with all this time? Is this the thing that’s been holding you back these last months? This mistaken notion that somehow you’re not good enough?”
    She wasn’t nearly good enough.
    “You’re not listening to me–”
    “Stop it,” Travis exploded, his cheeks turning ruddy with anger. “I fucking mean it. Stop it. I don’t give a shit, Aubrey. I don’t care how many guys you’ve had sex with. Do you care how many women I’ve had sex with?”
    “Well…no…not really, but you’re missing the point.”
    His fingers dug into her shoulders, turning her so she had to look into his eyes. “I don’t think I am, sweetness. If you had been a guy you would have been a high school hero, but you were a girl. And girls aren’t supposed to want sex or enjoy it, right? Isn’t that what this is all about? Some stupid societal double standard? None of this matters.”
    “But…”
    He was confusing her and her head already pounded from the worrying and the crying. Since her run-in with Bruce she’d felt like hell.
    “But what? Tell me why it’s different for you than for me.”
    “It just is,” she answered lamely, her heart rate beginning to return to normal. “And you