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“No.” He pulls away, putting distance between us.
“No?” I ask, knowing my nipples are hard and on display.
He grips his hair. “If I go any further, I will be fucking you on that sink.”
He’s right, one more caress and he no doubt would have me propped on the sink, shorts off and his cock out, ready to plow right into me. It’s happened before.
“You’re right.” I straighten my hair. “Jasper probably wants to get on with the meeting anyway.”
“I’m sure he does. He was lecturing Bellini about legal shit when I left. Seriously, if you were a lesbian, you could have made some easy money over that conversation. I’m sure he’s stressing out about that Litter Box girl.”
“Her name is Lauren, and she’s actually in a relationship with Eva Banks.”
“Really? Huh, interesting.” He chuckles and then kisses me on the lips one more time, a quick chaste one, leaving me wanting more.
Before I can get him back for it, he opens the door and exits. I chase after him and smack his ass. “You will pay for that later.”
“I look forward to it,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks away.
I can’t help but watch his incredibly toned and perfectly sculpted backside leave me, swagger in his stride. I sigh to myself, thinking this might be difficult, but at least there are some benefits.
I begin to walk after him when I hear someone say, “Paisley.” I flinch. I recognizethatvoice. That voice doesn’t sound happy.
When I turn around, he is standing with his arms crossed over his chest and has a disappointed look in his eyes.
Shit.
Jonathan.
***
Just as the door to our apartment slams shut, Jonathan spins on his heels, his hands on his hips and a look of pure fury on his face. “What the fuck are you thinking?” he shouts at me, not even letting me walk into the living room. I go to answer him but he cuts me off. “You lied to me, Paisley. You promised you wouldn’t fuck this up and then I see you coming out of the bathroom with none other than Reese King, the one person I told you to stay away from.”
“I’m not fucking this up,” I reply, knowing fully well that’s not the case. The minute I pressed my lips against Reese’s, I fucked this up big time.
Jonathan starts to pace the apartment, allowing me to get past the entryway. I set my purse on the couch and wait for the expected verbal lashing.
“So, in your mind, you think this is okay?”
“I don’t know,” I answer weakly, understanding I have no ground to stand on.
“If it was okay, then why didn’t you tell me? Why did you lie to me about him? Making me think it was some other man you were with? If it was an okay situation to be in, you would have told me.”
“Maybe I was afraid you were going to be judgmental,” I answer back, finding a little backbone.
He throws his hands in the air presumably out of frustration. “Of course I was going to be judgmental. You’re doing who knows what with your boss’s boyfriend, one of the most sought-after celebrities right now. Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“They’re not really dating,” I point out, pulling on the hem of my shirt.
“I don’t care if they meet up every week just to play pick-up sticks, they are perceived to be romantically involved in the public eye which means you should stay as far away from that shitstorm as possible. Jesus, Paisley, were you even thinking?” He grabs his hair, pulling on the ends tightly. “Does anyone know?”
I didn’t want to answer that, but I know he can tell when I’m lying. Thank you, nipple, for giving me away.
“Just two people.”
“What?” he shouts. “Who the hell knows? Christ, you can’t even keep it to yourself? Does Bellini know?”
“No,” I say quickly. “She has no idea.”
