Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I SLIDE THE scissors up the fabric, cutting in short snips, but the day has
taken its toll, and I jerk the tool, sliding the blade until there’s a huge slice
right through the middle.
“Son of a bitch,” I bite out, rising off the floor and wiping the sweat off
my forehead.
Dammit.
I grab the bolt of fabric off the table and start unraveling, measuring
more.
Clay’s never going to stand out by choice. She was always going to wind
up with Callum or someone of the like, because that’s what perfect looks like.
I know that. I’ve always known that. But God, it sucked to see her in
someone else’s arms. I didn’t expect it to suck that much.
I’m pretty sure she didn’t invite it, but she will choose him. Ultimately.
That soulless, arrogant prick who hires people to do all his thinking for him.
He doesn’t know what she likes.
But then I falter. Does he?
Clay is really hot in bed, and my ego didn’t even take into account that
she would ever be that good with anyone else. I thought it was just us
together.
Not likely. Someone else will be holding her in a few months. She knows
what she likes now, and when we’re off to college, she’ll find someone else
to pass the time.
“Miss Jaeger?” Lavinia calls.
Shit. I dive over to the cabinet and grab the container of pins. “Got it!” I