Page 66 of Broken Romeo

My demand for Holden is one that my body and my brain haven’t let go of in five years. He’s a necessity. An obsession.

Then, I’m hoisted up and against his body. I wrap my legs around his waist. His swollen cock presses the thin fabric between my legs as he sets me on the table, kissing down my neck.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he groans, his lips still on my throat.

I’ve missed you, too, I think. But I still can’t speak. It’s like I’m underwater, and when I open my mouth, words are only muffled moans. I’m still too overwhelmed by the clutching lust I feel with him.

As he rocks against me, tension unwinds in my core, and I pulse my hips in a movement that’s so out of my control, I don’t even realize I’m doing it. His mouth brushes my ear, his tongue tracing the edge as he whispers, “I’ve always loved how your body reacts to me.”

He nips at my earlobe again, and it’s the douse of ice water I need to wake up.

My spine goes steely. He just took what he knew from having had sex with me in the past—from having been on stage with me half naked before—and used it against me.

The passion between us dissolves faster than a sugar cube in a fresh cup of tea, and I shove at his chest.

His eyes go wide, alarmed, and he blinks, staring at me in confusion. “Kat—”

“No!” I slide off the table and shove at him again. Only this time, he’s stabilized. Ready for me and he barely budges even though I pushed him with every ounce of muscle I have. “You don’t get to cross boundaries just because you’re my boss!”

I yank my clothes off the hanger and shove my legs into my yoga pants over my costume panties. “Good fucking luck trying to make it as a director. You’re going to be slapped with a lawsuit if you keep this shit up.”

I scramble into my t-shirt, yanking it overhead before I stomp to the door. Only his wounded expression gives me pause, and I stand frozen with my hand on the doorknob. He’s leaning against the wall with his head in his hands. A strangled sound escapes from his pursed lips.

“Katherine, don’t go. Please.”

His tortured tone almost sinks me.

I’ve spent five years deluding myself that I was over Holden. That what we’d had in college wasn’t real, and that he’d never truly loved me.

In a single instant, Holden has turned everything I thought I knew onto its head.

If the love I felt in that kiss is real, then I can’t fool myself any longer. And I certainly can’t continue working with Holden in any capacity.

Avoiding his gaze, I yank the door open.

“I quit, Holden.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Holden

Five Years Ago…

The second week of classes were surprisingly quiet. At least they were after Kate and I molested each other on stage. We pretty much avoided not only talking to each other for the remaining week.

Even at the auditions for Keith Langley’s new show, we escaped without having to read together… not even once.

But I had to admit, watching Kate audition with the modern soliloquy Keith had written for Julie, she was good. So damn good. I wasn’t exactly a theater aficionado, but I’d seen good acting enough to recognize it… Meryl Streep, Al Pacino, Paul Newman. And bad acting… hello, Charlie Sheen.

Kate definitely fell into the former category. In our class, she was easily the best.

I should know. I read lines at the audition with every other girl in class and none of them compared to Katherine.

Not even close.

But the real question was why the hell was I thinking about her on a Friday night after my team’s first win of the season?

I knew why.

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