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“Which guy?”
“The one who takes drunk women to bed.”
I pout. “I’m not drunk, you are.” I start giggling and realize he might be right, but who cares? I drop my hand to the front of his pants, feeling his stiff cock bulging through the fabric.
“I’m not going to be able to say no again if you keep touching me,” he murmurs, his tone dark and sending a chill down my spine.
I squeeze his cock. “Now he’s getting it,” I murmur, turning and walking into my bedroom.
I don’t make it that far. He grabs my arm and slams me up against the wall. I drop the bottle in surprise, hearing it thunk on the carpet and feeling the remains of the wine splash all over my bare feet. He moves in closer, taking my breath away.
“I’ve wanted you for a very long time, Bailey. Don’t play games with me.”
My breath is coming in short pants. “How long?”
“Since I first laid eyes on you, crossing the courtyard at university.”
My heart thumps. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Because you were forbidden,” he rasps. “Untouchable.”
“Says who?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t play with me, Bailey. I want you, and I won’t stop if we start this. Even if you beg me to stop, I will have you. Do you understand?”
I nod, the room spinning wildly. “Does it piss you off that Archer touched me first?”
He rears back, shocked at my words.
I’m shocked as well. I don’t know who is in control of my mouth. Well, I do. It’s the same woman who stripped off in front of Finn in an elevator not that long ago. My alter ego is dying to come out and play. She wants action after being starved for so long.
“It’s not a competition, Bailey,” he says slowly.
“Isn’t it? Will he be pissed if you fuck me right here, right now, up against this wall?”
His gaze bores into mine with an intensity that I think is going to explode my eyeballs. “Is that what this is about? You are trying to make him jealous?”
My temper flares up, an irrational anger that is fueled by the alcohol and my father’s sudden reappearance in my life.
I grip my blouse just above the top button and yank the sides out, popping the buttons free to expose my breasts to him. His gaze drops instantly, a noise of raw lust escaping his lips. It peaks my nipples under the lacy fabric.
“I won’t be able to stop,” he whispers, his hand hovering over my breast.
“Then don’t,” I murmur, giving him the green light, as my head swims and I close my eyes, feeling his hands cup my breasts and his mouth sucks a nipple through the fabric of my bra.
ChapterTwenty
Bailey
I wakeup to my phone beeping alarmingly loud next to my ear. I groan and turn over, my face rolling onto the cool surface of the screen.
“Eurgh,” I mutter and crack my eyes open.
I’m in bed, my head is killing me, and my mouth is as dry as the desert. And it’s a workday.
“Fucking hell.” I open my eyes wider and lift my head off the phone to glare at the time. My alarm is still going off at 6AM.
“Nooo,” I wail, hoisting myself out of bed. I cannot be late or skip a day during my first week there. I just can’t.
