Tempted (In Too Deep) by Eliza Jane Read Free Book Online

going?”
    I wait for him to deny it, to explain it’s just a coincidence. But he says nothing.
    “And you hid it from me?”
    His face falls, knowing he’s fucked up big time.
    My stomach drops.
    I reach for my bra and shirt, grabbing them from the floor and struggle with getting my bra on correctly. I’m so angry my hands are shaking. And to think, I was going to sleep with him tonight. Once I finally have my bra clasped, I thrust my head through my shirt, it’s inside-out, but I don’t care.
    “Taylor, wait,” he pleads.
    I spin around and face him, challenging him to try and explain this.
    “It’s not like that, baby.” He reaches for my hand.
    I pull it back. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.”
    He balls his hand into a fist. “I needed to bring another agent with me, and I needed her negotiation skills to I can secure this deal, Taylor. It’s critical for the school that I land this.”
    “I know that, Colt. We’re not disputing that you need to go to London. Or even the fact that Bria is going with you. I know she works here. What I’m angry about is that you kept it from me.”
    He drops his head, running his hands through his hair so it sticks up at a crazy angle in the back. “I was going to tell you tonight,” he whispers. “But you kind of distracted me.”
    “That’s even worse, Colt. You were going to go through with my plan for tonight – with this hanging over us? This is a big deal for me. How can I trust you now?”
    “I’m sorry, baby.”
    His phone buzzes again with a new text from Bria. I realize I’m still gripping it in my hand.
    You there? It says.
    “ Here. Your new phone.” I toss the phone at him, and leave the room.

 
    Chapter 12
    Colt
     
    Bria is sitting on the bottom stair in the foyer, waiting for me with her head in her hands. I share her sentiment. It’s entirely too early to be up. But we have a six o’clock flight, and need to be to the airport extra early for the international flight.
    “I want to say goodbye to Taylor. Wait here for me?”
    She nods, barely looking up.
    I jog up the stairs to the third floor dorms and peek inside. It’s dark and silent. I stride over to Taylor’s bed and watch her sleep for a few seconds. I don’t know what she’s dre aming about, but a little line creases her forehead, like she’s worried about something, even in her sleep. I smooth it out with my thumb. She blinks her eyes open at the contact. “Hey,” I whisper down at her.
    “Hi,” she murmurs. For just a second she forgets she’s mad at me, and that I’m leaving today and she grins up at me, sleepily, happy. I can see the exact moment it dawns on her. Her happy little smile falls and that line etches in between her brows.
    “I just wanted to say goodbye.” I bend down and touch my lips to her forehead , right over the crease. “I hate leaving when you’re mad at me.”
    Someone in bed next to her turns over, rousing at my voice. Taylor gestures to the hall. I wait there while she gets up and puts on her robe. Then she joins me in the hall. “You didn’t have to get up.”
    She yawns. “I just didn’t want you to wake everyone up with your groveling apology.”
    “If that’s what you want, you got it, baby. I am sorry, you know that, honey.”
    She stays quiet. I know I w on’t get out of this one easy. “You want to walk me out?”
    She nods. “Sure.”
    We reach the bottom of the stairs and Bria is there, slinging a bag over her shoulder. She’s in bright pink sweatpants with the word sexy printed across her behind and her thong peeks from the waistband. I flick my eyes to Taylor. She noticed it too and her eyebrows pull together in frustration. Shit.
    “ Bria, wait in the car for me.”
    She nods and leaves us alone in the foyer.
    I take Taylor in my arms, giving her a squeeze. “Please don’t be mad at me. I know I constantly fuck up, and that my past sucks, and I’m not at all good at being a boyfriend, but I want to be. Give me another