As soon as Juno leaves, I want to punch myself in the dick—the culprit for this fiasco.
Hmm. A variation on that might not be the worst idea. I slam and lock the door to my bedroom before I fist my cock—eager to release the sexual energy before something in my balls explodes.
Cleaning up after, I label what happened as what it was: my worst loss to biology, ever. And it’s not Juno’s fault—she can’t help being hot as hell. But it was my idiotic idea to get her dressed up and made up on top of that, as though I wanted to challenge my self-control.
Well, I fucking failed. Now she’s probably going to flake on the whole fartlek, even before I get the chance to parade her in front of Gram.
Maybe it’s for the best. Still, a part of me is disappointed that she’ll be out of my life—a part that’s certifiable, no doubt.
As usual for me, I arrive at a decision in a heartbeat.
I will not call or text her to check where we stand. I’m just going to send Elijah with the car for her tomorrow morning, like nothing has changed. If she refuses to go, I’ll think of another solution.
With that, I give in to biology once again by wasting potentially productive time on sleep.
I’m on my laptop in my stationary jet when a text from Elijah arrives.
She got into the car.
The rush of relief I feel is illogical, but I don’t want to examine it too closely—opting to focus on work instead, since as soon as the engines start roaring, I’ll have a hard time concentrating, even with noise-canceling headphones on. Not to mention, Juno’s arrival might also mess with my concentration.
Hell, she’s not even here yet and she’s doing it.
Someone clears her throat.
I look up from my laptop.
Yep.
There she is.
Juno.
She’s dressed a lot more casually today, in jeans, a T-shirt, and sandals—yet she still somehow manages to look sexy.
Distractingly so.
“Hello.” I shut my laptop—a courtesy I’ve shown to only a select few people.
She puts her hands on her hips. “Is that all you have to say to me?”
I stash the laptop under my seat. “Hello… how are you?”
Her honey eyes gleam like bee stings. “So that’s how you want to play it?” She then smiles sweetly at me, and in a voice that reminds me of the way she talks to plants, she says, “I'm great, darling. How are you?”
I sigh. “Is this about what happened yesterday?”
“Oh?” she asks in that same honey-laced tone. “What happened yesterday?”
“We were practicing for our roles. Obviously.” There. A perfect out.
She stares at me for a couple of beats, and I can’t tell if she’s relieved or upset. Eidith would be able to figure it out, but I’m having trouble. I would ask, but even I know that some things are better left unsaid.
Finally, Juno blinks, breaking our eye contact, and asks in her normal voice, “Where can I sit?”