Page 25 of The Worst Guy Ever
He’s not annoyed, he loves it. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me so tight to his side that I’m crushed against him. I feel the heat from his body scorching mine. His fingertips dig into my side and it would almost hurt if it didn’t feel so good to be touched by him after weeks of silence.
“It was lovely to meet you Rachel. My wife and I best be off.”
With one hand on my shoulder and the other around my wrist, his grip on me is relentless. Outside, he drags me along with him and down a side street behind the bar, my feet struggling to keep up with his long strides in these stupid heels.
“You sexy little minx. Now who’s a stalker?”
“What the fuck are you playing at? Let go of me.” He presses me roughly against the wall. It’s his signature move and I’ve missed it like crazy. I punch my hands against his chest, but he catches them in his big fists, gasping when he looks down.
“What is this?” He barks, lifting my left hand between our faces. “Did you put a ring on your finger?”
“Yes. To be convincing.” I try to pull it away, but his grip is firm. “Let. Go.”
He reaches for my other hand, threading his fingers through mine, then he holds my arms above my head. His body presses so tight against me I can’t look anywhere but up at him. The knot in my stomach tightens when the scent of him fills my soul.
“I don’t think so. A good husband holds his wife’s hand.” His thumbs rub circles into my palms and he lowers his head, his mouth a whisper away from mine. My breath is shaky, and I have to pinch my eyes shut because he looks too damn good right now.
“A good husband takes care of his wife.” He nudges one knee between my legs and the friction slides my dress further up my thighs, the exact way I’ve craved since he did the same in his garage. He presses his hips against me and -oh my god- there’s no mistaking how turned on he is right now.
“A good husband makes his wife comeso fucking hard.” He says it right into my mouth with an upward thrust of his hips that drags the length of him against the underwear I know I’ve already soaked. If he touched me right now, I’d explode in seconds.
I just wanted to ruin his night. How did I end up here pressed against the brickwork, unable to think straight? I want him so much it hurts, and I hate myself for it. I want him to kiss me, I want to kiss him back, I want him everywhere, and I’ve never felt this kind of desperate longing for a man before.
It’s not me.
It’s not what I do.
And it’s not OK.
I swallow thickly and open my eyes to find his dark and piercing. I don’t recognise the look on his face. I don’t know if it’s anger or desire or a hint of something else, but it’s so scary it makes me want to throw up.
“Well, thank fuck I’m not your wife.” I knee him hard between the legs and run before he can recover.
Chapter 10
Hattie
Rob’snottalkingtome. I can’t blame him after the way our last fight ended, but I’ve never had the silent treatment from him before and it’s unsettling. Instead, he’s preparing a salad in Luke’s kitchen, Megan’s mixing drinks, and I’m at the dining table, scowling at the back of his head and picking my way through a bowl of olives.
“Don’t finish those before the others get here,” he says without looking. I flip him my middle finger and eat two at once.
Kara and Luke are joining us late. They’ve been working all the hours they can spare at Moonshine, the new bar and music venue they’re opening up in town. It’s a really exciting project, and I wish I’d been able to lend more of a hand, but I can’t take my eye off the ball for even five seconds at work right now.
It’s been a while since we all hung out, so Rob offered to make pizzas for us all and he’s been titting about in the kitchen since I got here.
Of course he cooks. Of course, he makes his own dough from scratch, and his own pizza sauce with his own special secret ingredient. Of course, he wears an apron and pushes his sleeves up and fuckingkneadson the counter right in my eyeline. I bet he’d give my boobs the same treatment. Smooth, firm squeezes. I press my thighs together and try not to think about it.
He’s at ease here in Luke’s house - well, Luke and Kara’s now - navigating the kitchen like it’s his own. I’ve only seen the garage of his place that time I went to torment him about winning the bet, but I have been wondering what it’s like inside. A sleek bachelor pad, or a grotty hovel, could go either way.
Who am I kidding? He dresses well, looks after his body, and his shoes are always clean. It will be minimalist and immaculate. I bet he has a cleaner, though. Maybe he hires one of those topless ones. I wouldn’t put it past him, the creep.
Megan appears at my side with a fresh margarita. “Extra strong,” she says, blowing me a kiss.
“You are my boozy godmother, thank you. How was your week?”
“Oh you know, same as usual, except my tutor group just finished their sex education module and now they keep pinging condoms across the room when I’m taking the register. One landed in my hair this morning.”
“Ew, grim.”
