I roll my eyes because he knows damn well I do. Turning back to the drawer, I shove it closed with a bit more force than necessary.
“Are you sure she’ll be safe?” I grip the edge of the counter, letting my head sag forward and my eyes fall closed.
I feel him as he steps up behind me; one arm circles around my waist to pull me to his chest as he presses his lips to the back of my head. I blink open my eyes slowly, looking up through my lashes to see our reflection staring back at me.
Fuck, what a picture.
I clench my thighs together as my aching cunt makes itself known.
When did I become this person? We just had sex, twice!
His other hand snakes up my chest, his fingers sprawled open to encircle my throat, as his pointer finger pushes my chin up, forcing my head back.
“What’s with all the huffing and puffing, Cherry?”
Oh, right!
His reminder brings my annoyance right back to the surface, and I purse my lips, which makes him huff a laugh that I feel vibrate through me.
“Words.” He drags his hand back down my throat all the way to my hip before he spins me around, lifting me and setting me on the counter to face him in all of his naked glory.
I open my mouth to explain, but nothing comes out, and I quickly snap it closed again.
I smack a palm to my head.
Why am I like this?
“None of that,” he tuts at me, grabbing my hand and pulling it down to rest on my lap with his.
“My birth control is missing, again,” I say and almost let out a little yip of excitement when my words actually work.
“Again?” he asks, and I really look at him.
“Yes, again. I ordered a new month's supply when I moved in, but I must have misplaced it or something with everything going on. So I ordered more last week. I’ve had it for five days, and it’s gone again.” I toss my arms up in annoyance because that shit is too expensive to just grow legs and walk away like this.
Alex doesn’t say anything, and after a second, the silence shifts.
“What do you know?”
I can’t prove it, but I’m almost positive Vince is smirking in the front seat. He hasn’t looked at me since he got in the car, so maybe I’m imagining it.
The drive to their office building feels like it takes forever today, and I sit in the back tapping my foot and adjusting. The sweater dress is cute, with long sleeves and a turtleneck, so at least I’m not cold. It’s a little shorter than I’m comfortable with and hugs me a little tighter than I like.
The black boots that go up over my knee are freaking adorable, though, and have the smallest heel, meaning I might not break my neck, so at least there's that.
Why I agreed to let Alex pick what I wore, I have no idea, but it’s too late now; it will just have to be a lesson.
When we finally make it, Vince pulls up to the front door, and I impatiently wait for him to move around the back to open my door. Usually, I would fight it, but being here, I know I’m representing Nathan and Alex and the Lawson name in general, so I’ll behave as much as I can, at least.
Vince offers me his hand, and I hesitate for a moment before I reach out gently, setting my hand in his. His fingers close around my hand, damn near devouring it with how much bigger than me he is.
“I’ll be here when you're done,” he says when I stand before him, close enough that I can feel the heat of his body on mine and smell his cologne.
My heart rate hits a bump before going double time, and my hand starts to sweat.
Before it can become too obvious, he releases me, and I’m not sure if I’m grateful or disappointed.
That’s a problem for another time; right now I have something to do.
