“You can tell me right now.”
“I fucking hate you,” I said. “I hate that you’re everything I was warned you’d be, and that I was foolish enough to think you liked me.”
His jaw flexed.
Silence crackled between us, and below, the bass from the party’s music thudded against the walls.
“Please let me go now, Harrison,” I said. “I would like to get home by midnight.”
“Don’t I get to say how I feel about you, too?” he asked.
“You don’t have any feelings.”
“That’s not true,” he said, voice low. “I owe you an apology for not being more direct about them, but I’m not sorry I brought you here. And I’m not sorry for wanting to keep you all to myself and away from any other man—especially when you’re the sexiest woman in the room…”
He lowered his arms from the wall and pushed my dress straps down my shoulders. Keeping his eyes on mine, he grabbed my right hand and freed my fingers one by one from my clutch, forcing it to fall to the floor.
“I hate that I haven’t made it obvious that I want you,” he said. “That I can’t touch you at work. That I’ve had to pretend like you’re just another employee.”
My breath caught as he leaned closer, caging me in again.
“I’m still quitting when we get back,” I managed. “You can easily find someone else.”
“I don’t want to.” His mouth crashed into mine and my next rebuttal ended on his lips.
What was left of my restraint melted when he pinned me to the wall with his hips.
Still kissing him, I moaned under his control, feeling all the rage and hatred roll from my mouth and into his.
“Fuck…” he breathed, sliding his tongue against mine.
Through the silk of my dress, his erection pressed hot and unforgiving against my thigh—an undeniable promise of exactly how this argument was about to end.
I reached down and rubbed my palm against where his cock strained against the fabric.
He tore away from my mouth, breathing hard as his eyes flicked to the front of his pants and then back to me.
“Pull it out.”
I hesitated, feeling the vodka from earlier burn in my veins.
“Andrea,” he said, pushing down the front of my dress to expose my breasts. “Pull out my dick…”
Obliging, I slid my hands into his pants. My fingers pulled back his boxers, and then I pulled it out.
I stared at it as he plucked a condom from his wallet. Then he pressed it into my hand and silently demanded I put it on him.
The music from below was suddenly louder, and there were footsteps pattering on the floors above.
“Don’t focus on that.” He sucked my right nipple into his mouth before looking at the condom in my hand. “Focus on me fucking you…”
I unwrapped it and bent low to roll it on him, but something inside me snapped.
I sank to my knees without breaking eye contact and took him into my mouth like I was daring him to stop me. I slowly moved my head back, then I swallowed him again and again.
“Goddamnit,” he whispered harshly, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Andrea…”
He repeated my name again as I tongued his tip, and the way he said it—strained, unguarded—undid me and made me suck him faster.
