While I didn’t engage in romantic entanglements myself, I had enough sense to pick up the hints of sexual tension. It was time for me and Pip to leave them be. They had things to discuss, and I for one did not want to bear witness to any of it.
I coughed, breaking the spell in the room as I stood abruptly. “I think we should leave, Pip. Boss has other plans.”
Pip made noise about being forced to leave. I ignored it as I grabbed his arm and led him out the door. Now, I wasn't a small man, but Pip was wily most days. I had no doubt he could get free of my hold if he wanted to.
If he truly thought he needed to stay with the boss and talk, he would have me pressed against a wall and continuing his conversation as if nothing had happened.
Instead, he grumbled about being manhandled. It was petulant at best.
When I turned to make sure he closed the door, I found his gaze locked on me. The smirk he’d tossed at Pharrell was even more prominent now.
“If you wanted to get me alone, you could have just asked, Henny. I'd willingly follow you anywhere, though I do like being dragged around."
It was then I realized I still had hold of him. I dropped him as if he were scalding hot.
Scoffing, I directed him further down the hall. There was a restroom tucked to one side of the hall. I ducked inside, then shut the door behind him.
Leaning back against it, I watched him check the stalls to see if anyone was inside. I was thankful he’d thought to do so since it hadn’t crossed my mind.
“You need to stop flirting with Pharrell, Pip,” I demanded.
He turned toward me, his body coiled like a man ready to strike. “Why? Does it bother you?”
“It’s not about me. The boss doesn’t like it. You should respect him and stop.”
“Hmmmm. I think it’s more than that. Do you not like it when my attention isn’t all yours, Henny?” He said the words low and slow, like he was coating me in them.
The closer he came, the more I questioned what the hell was happening. How had I wound up here with him? And why was I letting him take the lead?
When he was within grabbing distance, I fisted his shirt and spun us around. Pip raised his hands, as if surrendering.
Yes. Much better.
“It’s not about attention, Pip. It’s about respecting Pharrell and Ricardo.” I paused. “And it’s about you being good for me. What happened to my good boy?”
The last part was almost a whisper. I wasn’t sure how he’d take me bringing this up when we weren’t in the hotel suite. He’d either be on board, or he’d tell me to back the hell off.
His pupils expanded at my words. “Oh, Henny, I didn’t know you were in love with me.”
I kept my mouth closed. There was nothing I could say to free him from whatever delusion he’d formed in his mind.
This thing we had going on wasn’t love. It wasn’t much of anything yet.
But Pip always loved pushing my buttons. Really, he enjoyed getting a rise from any and everyone.
“That didn’t answer my question, Pip.”
His back arched, and his eyes fluttered at the command. I wondered if he was hard again. Would he fall apart without a single touch like he had before?
I didn’t dare look down though. I needed to get him back in line. Needed him to understand when listening to me was in his best interest.
“He’s… he’s right here. I can be good for you, Henny. I just got distracted before,” he told me, voice earnest.
I leaned closer, our bodies pressing together in multiple places now. If I couldn’t look down to see whether he was aroused or not, then I could at least test it out a different way.
Sure enough, his cock was hard as steel against my thigh. Pip sucked in a breath as I leaned closer. My mouth hovered over his, and for a moment I considered closing the distance.
But I couldn’t. Not when he’d just misbehaved. He had to learn rewards only came when he did as I said.
