He always said the words later. And just like every other time I’ve seen that look, I feel a deep throbbing of need inside of me.
That need grows as the night goes on. Maybe because now I know what it feels like when his mouth and tongue are on me. When his hands touch me. When his cock is buried inside me. And maybe because every time I look his way, he’s looking at me.
My panties are so wet, I run upstairs to change them after dinner. If he followed me into my room right now, I don’t think I could turn him away.
Chapter 27
Hate me again, sunshine
Alex
Istep out of the bathroom and immediately bump into someone in the hallway.
“Shit, sorry.” I reach out to steady them when the scent of citrus lotion hits me.
“Amelia,” I murmur, my tone full of desperation as I grasp her arms.
“No one calls me that here,” she says quietly.
“I’ve noticed. So why change it for work?”
“Because Amelia sounded more professional and…” She sucks in a breath and her pretty blue eyes meet mine.
“And?”
“And I liked the way you said it,” she whispers.
I lean closer. “Amelia.”
Her chin raises slightly. “I’m mad at you.”
“You should be.”
“I want to yell at you.”
“So yell at me.” I lean closer still.
She doesn’t pull away, but her eyes narrow. “I can’t yell at you here,” she hisses.
Voices drift up the stairs as if to prove her point. I drag her into the bathroom and lock the door. “Better?”
“Not by much. That door isn’t soundproof, you know.” She stomps across the small room, then turns and glares at me. “I amsomad at you!” Her voice is low but firm.
“I know.”
“Furious.”
Advancing toward her slowly, I nod. “I know. I hurt you, which is the last thing I ever wanted to do. Let me make it up to you. Let me beg for forgiveness.” I take the final step so we’re only inches apart. Gasping, she arches her back and looks up at me. Her hands land on my chest, and the air in my lungs catches as I wait for her to push me away.
But she doesn’t.
“I hate being mad at you. I hate that you made me hate you.”
“You don’t hate me, Amelia.”
“Yes, I do,” she insists, not sounding convincing in the least.
“No, you don’t. If you did, you’d bring me coconut almond lattes or some shit instead of my regular drink.”
