It’s only a few minutes before the car pulls up outside her place again. I shouldn’t be here. But that sound, her moan, is still in my ear, soft and sinful. Looping like a curse I can’t shake. By the time the car stops, I’m halfway out the door, the earpiecestill in. I stalk back down the same path I left only minutes previously, that kiss still haunting me with every step. My pulse is hammering. Mouth dry. I don’t know what I’m going to say when she opens the door. I just know I need to see her.
Now.
I bang on her door twice, keeping the earpiece in. I hear shuffling sounds before something falls, and she says, “Fuck.”
I knock again. “Miss Knight,” I call through the door.
“One minute.” It echoes as I hear it from the earbud and from beyond the door. “Fuck, where are my pants?”
Within two minutes, she’s pulling open the door, her hair a little messier than it was earlier, and her lips still swollen. “What are you doing back here?”
“Do you need a hand?” I ask, and her eyes open wide in surprise. The tension between us right now is so thick it’s stifling.
“With what?” She tries to brush it off as if she were doing nothing. I skim my gaze over the clothes she must have thrown on before answering the door.
“Seems you’re trying to reach a goal, and I interrupted.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I do like the taste of pussy.” I wink at her and then turn and walk back to the car. Opening the door, I look back over my shoulder and call out, “Wonder if yours tastes as good as your other lips.”
She slams the door shut, effectively ending our conversation.
I don’t take it personally. To be honest, I came back to ruffle her feathers because I knew exactly what she was doing. And I can guarantee she’s going to spend all night wondering how I knew. She’s clever, so I do understand that I have to be cautious around her, but at the same time, I’ve never had so much fun playing with someone in my life.
I should probably put some distance between us. Give Cressida the interview she wants while being as guarded as possible, then walk away and never look back.So, why haven’t I done that yet?She could literally destroy everything, and here I am playing a game with her.
But I can’t seem to stop.
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CRESSIDA
I slept so peacefullylast night.
It could’ve been the wine, or it could’ve been the steak. Hell, it could’ve even been the orgasm I gave myself after Soren left. I think it’s a combination of all three of them.
So, when he doesn’t respond to the email I sent this morning, requesting him to schedule time for our interview, I’m a little confused and a lot annoyed. I thought for sure he would reply with a time after having kissed me last night. But he hasn’t.
It’s near the end of the day, and I’m packing up to leave when another journalist pokes her head into my office and says, “He’s here.”
“Who?”
“Soren Nixon,” she whispers.
I blink in surprise at her words, a hint of nerves taking hold of me before I follow her into the hallway, and she points to my boss’s office, where I can see Soren smiling as my boss laughs at something he says.
“What is he doing in there?” I ask.
“I don’t know. He got here maybe ten minutes ago, and I only just heard, so I ran straight to you.”
I straighten my shoulders and head to Michael’s office. When I knock on the glass door, both of them turn to face me.
Michael waves me in and then stands when I enter. “Soren here was asking about you,” Michael informs me.
I look down at Soren, where he’s sitting smugly in a chair, his eyes already on me.
“Why?” I ask suspiciously.
