She wasn’t fine. She was breathing hard, her hands shaking.
I went too far. But right now, I didn’t care. I just wanted her. And I wanted her to admit she wanted me, too.
Winona stood up. “I need to use the facilities.” She seemed to remember, though, that I was blocking her way, and didn’t move.
“I brought some wine,” I said. “It’s in my car. I’ll be right back.” It was weak. But following her to the bathroom was a little weird, even for me. Plus, therewasa case of Bordeaux in the back. You just never knew.
I stepped aside, letting Winona hurry past. She didn’t even look at me. Then I headed for the front door.
CHAPTER 19
Smash
WINONA
Isplashed cool water on my cheeks and forehead, then my neck, front and back. It helped a little, but in the mirror, I was still flushed; my lips pink and parted.
I already know you have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.
That spot between my legs throbbed.
My hit list was getting long, and Mitchell was now at the very top.
Cher was number two, and not just because of tonight. She’d made me attracted to sexy, dangerous men. We talked about it that day in the boiler room, the day I met this one.
But I knew full well it wasn’t Cher burning me up right now. It was Mitchell.
And it was me.
I couldn’t believe I’d been the one to initiate all of that.
And how he’d immediately responded in kind.
My phone buzzed on the countertop.
Panic sluiced through me. I couldn’t take another message. I needed to say I’d made a mistake and block him. For real this time.
But there was the text from Ryan. A slice of normalcy. I quickly responded, setting up a call for tomorrow.
Remember what’s important to you, Winona. Family. The business. The life you’ve made for yourself.
Not this unpredictable maniac of a man. Right?
Right?
I shoved my phone in my pocket and reached for the bathroom door.
But I froze with my hand on the doorknob. What if Mitchell was waiting out there? I’d heard him speak when I left the room, though I had no idea what he’d said. I didn’t hear him follow me, and I’d listened at the door before turning on the tap. But he could be there.
It’s fine. I could still tell him it was all a mistake.
I’m almost positive they’d fit fucking perfectly. The only thing better?—
“Lord Tunderin’” I whispered to myself in the mirror. “Enough is enough.”
I opened the door.
The hallway was dark and empty. I could hear laughter from the other room. But that was it. He hadn’t followed me.
