I froze like a deer in the headlights, my head swiveling to my bed, where Arista sat, dead center, her hair tangled and messy, confusion in her eyes behind the barely-concealed heat and attraction as she gave me a once-over.
Fuck, I liked her eyes on me.
Only me.
“See something you like?” I taunted, giving her a sly grin as I popped the first button with a wink. “All you gotta do is admit you want it.”
She licked her lips as I flicked another button, and then shook her head to clear her thoughts. “No, thank you.” The covers moved to the side as she slipped from my bed, making a beeline for the door. “But thanks for bringing me inside and letting me sleep.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, remembering the words she’d written on that report. “I figure having a gun to your head takes a lot out of you.”
She spun around in a flash, betrayal written on every line in her face. “You read my incident report?”
I shrugged, slipping my pants over my hips. They hit the floor at my feet and I stepped out of them, never once self-conscious about my nudity with her. “It was on the seat. I was bored. And you weren’t awake to ask.”
“You’re an asshole,” she spat, her hand back on the doorknob. “That’s an invasion of privacy.”
“We live together, and you’ve had my dick inside of you. I think we’re well past privacy, wouldn’t you say?”
Her snort of derision was like a knife to the back. Fuck, that stung. My ego wasn’t over-inflated, but she still knew how to hit me where it counted.
“I don’t remember asking for a repeat performance. Maybe don’t oversell yourself, Jun.”
And now I was bleeding, figuratively.
“You’re a fucking heartless bitch, you know that?” When she slipped out and slammed the door behind her, I threw a pillow off the bed at her back, raging like a fucking teenager again. “God, she’s so insufferable.”
Minutes later, I was still fuming, my hand pressed against the wall of my fancy shower as the other one gripped my cock, tugging and pulling while images of her raced through my brain. I closed my eyes, remembering the way she looked atop me in my bed, riding my cock like she was made to do it. The way she looked up at me with those tears glistening in her eyes as I fucked into her, caging her in with my arms, her hair fanned out over my pillow like an angel.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Arista,” I groaned, my hand speeding up as I pressed my forehead against the cool tile, hips jerking as I came across thewall and floor, painting the tile with the seed I’d rather put inside ofher.
Fuck, why did she do this to me?
Even after all these years, here I was like a randy fucking teenager, humping my hand to get off to thoughts of her, of the girl I shouldn’t want, but still did.
“Fucking hell,” I swore, slamming a fist into the tile without thinking. And then I swore again, louder this time, as I realized my mistake.
My hand was bleeding, the tile was cracked, and I might’ve broken a knuckle.
Great.
Chapter
Nineteen
ARISTA
It’d beena week since the gunman had held me up in the damn stairwell of the parking garage, and I couldn’t bring myself to go back in there yet. I wasn’t even sure who this person I’d become was. It wasn’t the first time I’d been threatened before.
But this time, it was personal. And it hit a lot closer to home.
Jun’s new assistant was holding strong in his position, surprisingly, and through no small miracle, the two of them were getting along pretty well. I’d filled all the other positions needing filled, and felt good about cutting the cords.
Or at least, I had, until I had to sit down today and actually sign off on the last contract for his new team.
