I was going to kill Soren Sinclair. Or fuck his brains out. I hadn't decided just yet.
Here I was, squeezing my legs together, trying to ease my throbbing pussy while I waited for a popcorn refill, and where was he? In a pitch-black theater, laughing his ass off toDazed and Confusedwith his teammates. Calm as a cucumber, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't his tongue buried in my pussy an hour ago.
"I'm fine," I lied. "I didn't get to . . . finish everything I had planned for today."
She nodded. "How's everything going with Roasted and Toasted?"
"Good." I was thankful for the topic change. "Roman and Tuck have both committed. Pink, of course, is in. Matty's a maybe, and that's probably perfect for this first go."
"What about your Mr. Sinclair?"
I rolled my eyes, pausing to grab my refilled popcorn bucket from the movie theater attendant.
"First of all, Soren isn'tmyanything." I punctuated each word with another pump of butter into the bucket. "Secondly, I think he's made it pretty clear that he's not interested in any press-related events."
Roasted and Toasted was the amalgamation of the event I had suggested on my very first day. It was a private, ticketed meet and greet for fans and a great opportunity for Roasters staff and players to schmooze with charitable donors. The Roasters' charity, Swing for the Fences, aimed to provide opportunities and resources for youth baseball and softball teams in the Pacific Northwest.
Dani had entrusted me with bringing the event to fruition, and part of that entailed enlisting the help of some Roasters to play baristas for the night. The idea had been well-received by most of the team, but there were more than a few who were hesitant. Some had straight-up declined. I hadn't asked Soren directly, but he also hadn't responded to any of my emails that had been shared with the entire team, nor signed up on the Google form.
I wasn't going to press the issue. Especially not now that he was withholding sex. All because of a stupid Tiktok.
My phone buzzed.
Soren
How you holding up, blondie? Enjoying the movie?
I couldn't contain my groan.
"You good?"
"Yup." I handed Dani the bucket of butter-drenched corn. "I'm going to use the restroom. Would you mind taking this in?"
"Of course."
When I was safely locked away in the bathroom a few minutes later, I checked my phone. He had messaged me again.
Soren
Where did you go?
Clarke
The restroom.
Why? Are you keeping tabs on me?
Soren
Always.
I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the way my heart felt like it was going to thump out of my chest. I was supposed to be pissed at him.Bastard.I wasn't going to let his charm get to me.
Soren
Seriously though, where are you?
Clarke
