He pulls out his phone, his fingers tapping on the screen. “You so did.”
“Chloe, would it be possible to postpone the delivery for a month or two?” He reads the message aloud before looking up at me in exasperation. “You basically asked her to stuff that baby back inside and cross her legs until it was a more convenient time for you. Who does that?”
I sigh. “I was desperate, okay? Right now, I can’t tell if I’m coming or going. Between this, The Firm, Umbra, and…”
My voice trails off, and Neo shifts uncomfortably. “And me. You can say it. I haven’t been making your life easier, and quite frankly, I have no intentions of changing that.”
“So, why the emails?”
“I have limits,” Neo says, his tone clipped. “I’m not about to ruin something you actually care about.”
I blink at him a few times. “I have no idea how to respond to that.”
“Course you don’t,” Neo mutters under his breath.
I don’t know what to say to that either, so instead, I peer back down at the email he’s written. I have to admit, very begrudgingly, that he’s good at responding in a professional manner. Potentially even better than Chloe.
“Give me back my laptop. I’m not sabotaging this. These people need your exorbitant amounts of money. I wouldn’t fuck with that. Now, your socks…”
My eyes narrow. “What did you do?”
He flips me off, and I toss the computer at him, before striding from the room. When I make it to my closet, I pull open my sock drawer and see that they’re not only all in the wrong spots, but a few have holes cut in the big toe.
How he finds the time to do this…
I slam the drawer shut and curl my fingers into the top of the dresser. My head bows, my chin hitting my chest. I breathe deeply through my nose, my mind swirling with everything I could do. What I want to do.
Teach him a lesson.
I should. He can’t keep fucking with me. For fuck’s sake, I was so thrown off by having to search for him and finding him doing my work that I didn’t even berate him for the fucking blow-up doll he left in my office.
It’s too much. I can’t allow this. It’s driving me crazy. It’s doing things to me that I don’t quite understand. It’s fucking with my mojo, making me reckless.
I lost a mark because I was distracted by him.
I need to not let him get into my head. I need to just let it go.
But then I remember his words.
“I’m not about to ruin something you actually care about.”
I lean my head into my hands, willing it to stop spinning. To give me answers that might actually be useful in dealing with Neo.
There’s one thing that comes to mind. An image so shocking that it has me stumbling into the bathroom to splash water onto my face.
I stare into the mirror as droplets run down my cheeks. My very pale cheeks.
“You’re straight,” I say firmly. “Straight. You’re not interested in Neo or any other man. The only reason you thought about him sucking your cock is because you know it’d shut him up. That’s why. The only reason why.”
It’s not that I’d have a problem with being anything other than straight, but I’m not. Never have been. I’ve never had even the slightest inclination or curiosity in any other direction.
This is just because Neo is so good at pushing my buttons and confusing me so much that I have no idea what’s going on.
None of that explains why my pants are tented.
Or why I shove my hand under them, jerking myself hard and fast. I don’t even bother with lube or pulling myself out so as not to make a mess. I just come in my pants like a teenager, my breathing frantic and heart racing.
It’s not because of Neo.
