Page 24 of Your Worst Fear
“Because I thought going might get me the answers you want.”
“And did it?”
This was the embarrassing part.
“No.”
His fingers began making slow, gentle circles over my clit, rewarding me for the information.
“This is what happens when you go behind my back, Grace. Open your eyes.”
I obeyed, not having realized they were still squeezed shut.
“What happened?” he asked.
I swallowed, throat bobbing against his palm. “A man approached me. He clearly knew who I was. And when I asked who wants you dead, he…”
When I stopped talking, his circles ceased.
“He what?” Henley pressed, voice strained.
I cringed, hating what I had to say next. “He told me to stay a good little pet and do what I’m told.” Shame coated my voice as it quieted.
Nothing screams humiliating like admitting people view you as a fucking dog.
His thumb ran along my jaw, and I leaned into his touch, allowing my eyes to fall shut again.
His body had gone rigid with my words, unknowingly becoming the rock I needed right now.
Everything felt uncertain, too many threats being thrown around. Unfortunately, I seemed to be at the core of every single one of them.
“Good girl,” he murmured, then praised me by sliding two fingers back inside me.
I sighed blissfully, giving every inch of myself—body and mind—over to him. There was nothing else I wanted to focus on other than his fingers.
Within seconds, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The tiny gasps that left me as I came around his hand bounced off the walls of the public restroom. My orgasm hit me with a force that left my legs wobbling and my core twitching.
Finally, as I came down, I sagged against his body. He held me there, hand in my skirt and grip on my throat, as I pinched my eyes shut.
He allowed me a moment of peace in his arms, both our breaths coming heavy.
Something changed between us in that bathroom, and maybe neither of us were strong enough to admit what that was. But as the greedy people we were, we took it.
Chapter 9
Henley
Ileft Grace in the bathroom after letting her rest against me for a few minutes. Though it had been such a short amount of time, every second her body was connected with mine had felt like years. Something with her felt natural to me, like touching her was as second nature as breathing.
It was definitely not an ideal feeling.
The woman had tried to kill me, for fuck’s sake.
As I rounded the corner back to the open layout of the diner, I was very much reminded how my taste in women had bit me in the ass too many times to count.
“Henley?” The woman’s voice was so familiar to me, in both good and bad ways. Like when she told me she’d cheated—manytimes—and when she’d plead for me to give her another chance.
Any normal person would say,Well, you stayed, so what’s that say about how you view your self-worth?And I’d reply,I don’t think I’m worth jack shit, so it’s on brand.
