Page 61 of Selfish Desires

Wendy pivoted to me, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Maybe you and I can have our own interrogation later?” I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, imagining Wendy on all fours, making my cock twitch just envisioning her swallowing my length.

A blush tinted her face, a beautiful shade of pink. Then, just as quickly, she slipped back into her stern defiance, scowling at me. “Not if I kill you first,” she said firmly, though her eyes were dancing with amusement.

Just then, Marissa whisked by Wendy and headed straight to my table because she was the next interviewee. Wendy’s eyes bulged when she saw Marissa sit across from me.

“Hi, Marissa,” I said, flipping to a fresh page on my yellow legal pad.

“Hi, Vincent.” Marissa tapped her navy fingernails against the white table.

“This better be fast,” Wendy warned, pointing a finger at my chest and walking backward away from us. “And did I mention how ridiculous this is?”

“I’ll catch you later, babe.” I waved to Wendy as my eyes shifted back to Marissa, ready to fire off my list of questions. Her nails were a stark contrast to the paleness of the tablecloth, just like her ivory blouse was to her jet-black, pulled-back hair. Wendy disappeared into the kitchen, but I could tell she was watching through the small round window in the door, curious and wary.

“Just so you know, I have heard a lot about you,” Marissa started, her icy blue eyes studying me with a cool interest.

I laughed. “I'm sure you have.”

“You really care about Wendy,” she continued without missing a beat. Her gaze shifted momentarily toward the kitchen and then returned to me.

“Yes,” I admitted, clearing my throat. “I do.”

“You hurt her once,” Marissa said, her tone matter-of-fact. “She's been through a lot.”

“Wow, I didn’t expect this.” I shifted, motioning between us.

“Oh, so you can ask me all the questions you want, but I can’t take a little stab?” Marissa leaned forward.

“I haven’t asked you anything yet.” My eyes darted to the empty pad.

“I’m waiting…” Marissa gestured for me to begin.

As forward as Marissa acted, I enjoyed a bit of a challenge. “Right. Let’s begin.” I uncapped my black ballpoint pen, pressing its tip to bleed into the paper. “What’s your full name?”

“Marissa Elaine Gregory,” she responded smoothly, a small smile gracing her bold red lips.

“Alright, Marissa Elaine Gregory.” I penned down the name and returned to meet her gaze. “What's your relationship to Wendy?”

She leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other as she considered the question. “Wendy? She's my best friend,” she stated simply.

“Isn’t Wendy your boss too?” I jotted down the few notes I already knew.

“Yes, she is. But that doesn’t define our relationship. We’re friends first. Even on the rough days at work where we’re barking orders at each other, it never comes in between our friendship.”

“I get it.” I nodded. “And how long have you known each other?”

“Three years.”

“And you’ve always gotten along?”

Marissa nodded. “Yes. Wendy is, without a doubt, one of the truest friends I've ever had.”

I jotted down the answer and said, “And how do you feel about me being back in Wendy's life?” I kept my gaze steady on her, waiting to hear what Marissa had to say.

“Seriously?” Marissa half-laughed. “You know, I just need to say how bizarre this whole thing is. Am I a suspect on your list?”

“What? No. I’m just trying to understand the dynamics here in this town and if anything ties back to Wendy.”

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