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CHAPTER TEN
Margot
Silence rules the rest of the ride to my house.
Why did I say that about Griff? To make Jigsaw jealous so that he’d say yes to my proposal?
It’s like I’ve been on a downward doom spiral ever since I saw Daniel. You’re like a corpse in bed just keeps replaying in my head on an endless loop. If I could just find someone to learn or practice with, so that when I meet the right guy, I won’t be a disappointment to him maybe I wouldn’t feel so damn awful.
“You know there are dating apps,” Jigsaw says.
Spoken like someone who hasn’t been on a dating app recently. “I don’t want to date.”
“There are escorts. Male escorts.”
“I couldn’t be so…intimate with a stranger. I’d be too self-conscious to actually learn anything.”
He lets out a strangled groan. “What makes you think I’d be a good teacher?”
Now he’s just irritating me. “Well, you’re a good-looking man in a motorcycle club that surrounds itself with beautiful women. I assume you’re experienced. But if you’re not, just say that.”
“Oh, I’m experienced, baby.” He casts a dark look my way that sends a thrill to each of my erogenous zones. “How many men have you slept with?”
“That seems personal.”
“You wanna use me as your sex coach. That’s kinda personal.”
“I don’t want to use you.” Okay, maybe I do. “It’s not like you get nothing out of it.”
“As you so sweetly pointed out, I can go bust a nut in any random woman hanging around my club.”
“Gross,” I mutter.
We’re finally cruising down my street, and I sit up. The house is dark. Dad isn’t back yet. Jigsaw pulls into the parking lot and stops the car right in front of the porch stairs.
“Will you come in and let me make you coffee?” I offer. “It’s a long drive back.”
His lips twist into a wry grin. “Is that your way of saying you don’t want me to stay over?”
My hand’s on the door latch but I turn and stare at him. “You…you want to start tonight?”
He stares at me for a few beats. “No, probably not. We should discuss a few things, first.”
“Uh, that doesn’t sound pleasant.”
The solemn look on his face sends my stomach into my shoes. He’s not having sex with me. I made an ass out of myself at the wedding. Blubbering that I’m bad in bed and need tutoring. What grown man wants to deal with that? He probably only humored me because I was high.
High or not, we had a bit of a connection, right? I didn’t hallucinate the interest sparking in his eyes.
I’m keenly aware of him at my back as we approach the porch steps.
Bright, golden light floods the immediate area around the porch.
“Christ, those are blinding.” Jigsaw throws his arm up to cover his eyes. “Glad you have them, though.”
“Sometimes we get people creeping around, thinking we have drugs or valuables they can steal,” I explain.
I grip the handrail and carefully pull myself up the steps, still feeling a bit unsteady in my heels.