“You know you can’t get anything like what we have anywhere else!”
“You mean I can’t find another selfish bastard? Actually that’s very easy.”
“I mean, you can’t find ourconnectionanywhere else,” he growled, a muscle throbbing in his cheek.
“I suppose you mean sex,” I sighed. “Guess what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make up for what happened. You saw me as a backup option for Phee.”
“I did not.”
His eyes wereluminescent, and I felt his power curl under my skin, that overpowering charisma he had. But this time,fuck him.
“OK, but you didn’t think you were done with her. You were going to marry me, but in the back of your head, you wanted to know what Phee had to say. You wanted to hear her out.”
He hesitated just a shade too long.
“No.”
“Don’t bother lying to me.”
“I didnotat any point think of choosing her. I did want the ego boost of her getting jealous. I’m sorry.”
“And of course you thought I’d be here waiting for you.”
“Yes. I did.”
I only felt a strange, simmering sensation, only of the sick satisfaction of being right.
“I fucked up, badly. But I want you.”
I laughed scornfully.
“Well, that’s too damn bad. You might as well go tell Phee you take it back. Because you and I are through.”
I slid my feet into some high-ass heels that I knew would make my butt look great and examined myself in the mirror.
“Baby girl, I love you so much.”
“Don’t baby girl me, old man. That shit is over.”
I moved to the vanity, the big mirror set in beautifully polished wood, Forrest right behind me, his fingers trailing along my cheek.
“Sweetheart, no one can pleasure you like I do.”
Forrest tightened his powerful fingers on my chin as he licked up my throat, his tongue flicking lasciviously at the hollow behind my ear.
“Let me take you into the bedroom and show you how sorry I am,” he growled in my ear.
“These sorry-ass old moves aren’t going to cut it now,” I advised him. “Now stop slobbering over me so I don’t mess up my eyeliner.”
After a moment he dropped his fingers from my chin and I wiped my neck with a Kleenex before applying my eyeliner.
“Birdie, you know I never beg. But please, just give me five damn minutes to explain myself.”
“Why don’t you go give your speeches to your ex-wife? She seems easy to please.”
I admired the perfect swoop of my eyeliner in the mirror as he stared at me.
Forrest was looking slightly unsure, like he didn’t know what to do next.
