Wingman [Woman]
Page 32“If I need you, I’ll still call,” he says simply, like it’s obvious. “But obviously I’m not interested in getting random sex when I have a sweet ass like you.”
My appetite just disappeared.
“And Selena?”
His eyes harden. “My situation with Selena is complicated. I can’t just turn it off and stop caring.”
“And this?” I ask, pointing between us.
“If you don’t want it, say so now,” he says, his voice hard and determined. “But I’m not the only one who initiated this. I’m more than happy to stop if it’s going to hurt you.”
Hurt me. Ha! If I get hurt it’s my own stupid fault; I already know that. I don’t even know why I’m asking. Of course he’s not going to stop seeing Slutena. Why the hell would he? Just because I’m opening my legs for him doesn’t mean he is just going to switch off. I have two choices here: I can lose Reign forever by storming out of here, or I can just continue on, enjoying the feeling of having him.
I just have to know I’ll never come first.
My heart aches, but there is a connection I feel with Reign that I’m not willing to lose. We get along, we laugh and we joke. We have this strong, happy bond that I’m scared to lose. Sex is an added benefit, and it’s a good one. I can’t deny I’m enjoying it, and I also can’t deny it means something to me. But Reign means more, and part of me, a stupid, idiotic part, is hoping that he might see through Slutena.
I have to be there for that, right?
I force a smile and take my food. “I’m not happy for you to stop. It gives me a break from being the best wingwoman in the world.”
His eyes scan over my face, but he seems to push his skeptical look aside and replace it with a smile. “I’m not sure I’d call you the best.”
“I’ve not let you down, Mister!”
“Don’t bring up the crazy woman again, all right? She seemed normal.”
He snorts. “Seemed normal to you. I’m sure your normal is most people’s mental.”
“You’re being very mean to me right now, Reign Braxton,” I say between mouthfuls, pointing my fork at him. “And to think I just sucked your cock.”
“Don’t pretend that wasn’t all for your benefit.”
I raise my brows, pointing to his crotch. “Oh, you mean because of that thing?” I snort laugh. “Oh honey, don’t flatter yourself.”
He grins, raising his brows at me. “Well, remind me to keep him away from you then.”
I finish up my Chinese and stand, straightening my skirt. “I have to get back to work. There’s this asshole boss who needs his books done by the end of the day.”
“What a prick,” he says, standing too.
“He is, but he has a great ass.”
He walks around the desk and takes my hips, pulling me close. “Got a business trip in three nights. You up for it?”
“How long is it?” I ask, staring at his lips.
“Two nights.”
He rubs his fingers over my backside. “Just attending the lunches and dinners with me, and there’s another golf day.”
“What is with you businessmen and golf?”
“We’re getting old. It can’t be helped.”
I reach down and rub my hand over his cock. “Some things aren’t getting old.”
He takes my hand, removing it and bringing it to his lips. “Careful. Your boss will kill you if I bend you over this desk and you’re late.”
I laugh softly and step back. “Am I on wingman duty this business trip?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, just accompanying me.”
“Is Selena going?”
He narrows his eyes. “Yes.”
I nod, trying not to show any emotion on my face. “Okay then. I have to take tomorrow off, though. My mom and dad are in town, is that okay?”
His eyes warm. “Your mom and dad? Can I meet them?”
“Oh, hell no.”
“Ah, because you bent me over my balcony and fucked me so hard the neighbors heard. I’m not sure they’d approve.”
He grins. “I’m not going to do that while they’re there.”
“No, Reign.”
“Fine,” he grunts.
“I’ll call you, okay?”
He steps forward, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Later, babe.”
“Yeah.” I smile, walking towards the door. “Later.”
What the hell am I getting myself into?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I decide to visit Autumn before I go home to spend my night doing accounts. I pull up at her house and jump out of my car. I’m off in a world of my own, completely oblivious to the man standing beside her letterbox. I squeal when I see him, completely shocked that he was standing there the whole time and I didn’t notice. Wake up, Tia.
“What the hell, dude?” I yell, throwing my hands up dramatically.
The man turns towards me, and my eyes widen. Holy. Shit. This man is all rugged bad boy. He’s got dark hair that curls at the base of his neck in that messy¸ just-fucked kind of way. His eyes are a melty, chocolate brown that pierce right through you as if they can see into your soul. This dude is deep. He’s got a scar on his cheek; it’s only faint but it’s there. His jaw is strong and masculine.