Page 49 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“For what?” It’s an honest question. There are multiple things he can apologize for right now.

“Anything that hurt you.”

“You hurt me.”

“Not intentionally.”

My anger flares at his qualifier. “Yes, intentionally. I don’t know what, if anything, I should believe from the last few weeks.”

A muscle ticks in his jaw. “What is that supposed to mean? How do you think I feel, Tally? The woman I’m dating won’t talk to me. For days. Then she waltzes in, looking so good I can barely contain myself, and agrees to be set up with another man!”

I love how he remembers a totally different version of events than the one I took part in. “That is rich, Dr. Stevens,” I scoff, pushing my hands against his chest. “I didn’t agree to anything. You, on the other hand, simpered all over Dr. Hedges. I have a tux just for the occasion.”

He captures my wrists, holding them captive. “That’s different. It’s a work event, Tally.”

“It’s not different. Not for her. It’s a segue. You’re too smart not to know that, so spare me whatever bullshit excuse you have for making plans with another woman in front of me.”

“I want to takeyouto the dinner.”

“Sure you do. I heard you inquire about that part real clearly.”

“I was going to—” Owen takes a step back, running his hand over his beard. “Fuck, Tally. Can we please stop fighting?”

“Sure. You came into my office, yelling at me and making demands. If you’re quite done, there’s the door.”

But Owen is an immovable mountain. He’s not going anywhere.

I have to get back to work. I pull open the filing cabinet, bending over to grab a file. Yes, it’s a cheap party trick, but I never claimed to play fair. Work with what you’ve got, right? “Since you won’t leave, what do you want?”

“To rip off your underwear, bend you over this desk and lick every inch of your pussy until you’re screaming my name.”

I whirl around, my jaw slack, but my body overheating at his words.

“You asked,” he responds with a wink.

I’ve never met a man with such an obsession for my lady parts. Oh, sure, I’ve met men addicted to sex, but they were more concerned with getting themselves off. Owen loves getting me off. And I love letting him.

The trouble is, sex can’t fix our issues.

“It’s all about sex, isn’t it? Men are so typical,” I sneer, acting as if his statement didn’t send my hormones into an uproar.

“That’s a load of crap. Why haven’t you returned my calls? We’re never going to work through this if you don’t spend time with me.”

A knock sounds at my door, and Owen unlatches it, pulling it open a few inches. Oh, joy. It’s Hot Doc, come to collect her new man. “Hi, Lu. Owen, a few of us are grabbing a drink later. Did you want to join us?”

“Not today, Nicole. Thanks,” Owen replies, his tone clipped, his gaze intent on me.

“Are you sure? Well, here’s my card, if you change your mind.” She slips him her digits, sending me a pearly smile before ducking out of the office.

I’ve got to hand it to the woman, she’s persistent.

Owen taps the card against his shoe before shoving it in his pocket. “You know, I have an answer for all of our issues.”

“Hold my head underwater until the voices stop talking?” I’m kidding. Mostly.

“You’d better not.”

“I’d totally haunt your ass,” I reply with a smirk. This time, I’m not joking. I would be his worst phantasmic nightmare.

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