When we’re done, he holds open a large bath towel, wrapping it around me. It’s not until we step out of the en suite into his bedroom that the acrid scent of something burning makes my eyes widen.
“Shoot! The lasagna!” I run out of the room, Bastion’s laugh trailing me the whole way.
I may have ruined the lasagna, but it was totally worth it.
29
BASTION
The day after I spread Hattie out on my counter and devoured her as though she was my last meal, I tell her that I’ll be really late returning home. It’s not inconceivable that I’ll spend all night at the club on a Friday, since it’s one of the busiest nights, but that’s not why I’m sticking around.
It’s because I need some separation from Hattie in order to get my head on straight. I need to remember why she’s here in the first place and reset my plan in my head.
After I made her come on my tongue, all I felt was victory over the fact that my plan was moving forward. But when she joined me in the shower, knelt before me with those big doe eyes and that look of awe on her face as she jerked me off, as though it made her so genuinely happy to bring me pleasure… something shifted inside me that didn’t sit well.
It doesn’t matter how sweet, how innocent, how hot she is or how much fun I’m having showing her a new side to herself—she’s the girl my mother chose to give all the nurturing and careand love and attention that I was supposed to have. And I cannot forget that.
So I’m at the club, pretending to work when really I’ve been staring at my computer screen, or if I’m out talking to some patrons, I’m barely hearing a word because I’m reliving everything that happened last night.
I blow out a breath and straighten in my chair, determined to get some work done. Before I can get started, there’s a knock at the door. “Come in.”
Steph waltzes through the door wearing one of her more daring dresses. The front dips low, and the hem might only extend a couple of inches past her ass. When she closes the door behind her, I know that she’s not just here to talk business.
“Hey, Steph.” I motion to the chair across from my desk, and she sits.
“Surprised to see you here.” She takes her time crossing her legs, but a small pout crosses her lips when she sees I’m not watching.
“I do own the place.”
She smirks. “From what I hear, you haven’t been staying late for the past few weeks.”
I arch an eyebrow and relax back into my chair. “Checking up on me?”
Steph shrugs. “You could say that. Just want to make sure everything’s okay. You’ve seemed… different lately.”
“Nothing for you to concern yourself with. I’m assuming you have business to discuss?”
Steph accepts my change of subject and fills me in on what I need to know as far as the business goes. But as soon as we’ve discussed the final matter, she gets back to why she’s really here. She peels herself out of her seat and saunters around my desk until she’s to my left, leaning her ass against the edge of my desk. I shift my chair to face her.
“You seem like you need to take the edge off.” She leans in, resting a hand on my shoulder. The perfume that I used to like now smells cloying to me.
“Is that so?” She’s probably right. I’ve felt on edge since I stepped out of the shower with Hattie last night and the burned lasagna turned into an omen.
“Why don’t you let me take care of you? We can have a little fun.” Her hand trails down my arm and over to my stomach.
This is usually when I take control and tell her what I want, but for some reason, this time her hands are unwanted. Wrong. The mental picture of her hand wrapped around my cock the same way Hattie’s was last night turns me off.
She keeps descending, gripping me between the legs, and frowns when she finds me flaccid.
I bat away her hand. “I’m not in the mood.”
Steph frowns and pulls away. “You haven’t been in the mood in a while.”
“Maybe this little tryst has run its course.”
She straightens off the desk, and I ignore the terrifying expression she tries to school. “What does that mean?”
“It means I don’t want to do this anymore. Shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”
