Page 17 of Forbidden Obsession

I smirked.

“Where’d you go?”

“Outside.”

“Why?”

“For some fresh air.”

The line became quiet, and I looked at the phone to see if she was still there.

“Hmmm. Why do I get the feeling you’re leaving something out?”

“What is there to leave out?”

“This is what you’re supposed to be telling me.”

“Oh, you know what. There is a thing. The guy I’d been dancing with most of the night thought I was supposed to go home with him because he'd supplied the drinks.”

“Oh, no…”

“Yeah. I’m truly stunned that some men still believe you owe them pussy for drinks.” I huffed. “As if.”

“Right. So what did you say?”

“He got rough with me, and I slapped him.”

Emma gasped.

“I sure did. And he was about to hit me back until this guy intervened.”

“Guy?”

“Yes. A handsome guy at that.”

“What! Now you know you were supposed to let us know this.”

“Like you said, we were busy chatting and catching up on other things.”

“What happened after that?”

“I thanked him, and he left just as quickly as he appeared.”

“And you just let him?”

“Of course not. That’s why I was gone when you all came out of the ladies' room.”

“Ooooh, now we’re getting to the truth of the matter.”

I laughed. “I did want to get some air, too.”

“Mm-hmm. Then what happened?”

Our line quieted as my thoughts ventured back to our standdown, the way his hands gripped my thighs, and our mouths crashed. I shivered.

“Well?”

“Nothing. The man was in a hurry, and he…got away.”

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