Page 81 of The Worst Guy Ever
“Show me.” Hattie holds out her hand, and Megan unlocks her phone and passes it over. I lean across to see an image of typed homework with Megan’s neat red writing in the margin.‘Please refrain from calling Atticus, ‘Daddy Finch’ in your exams.’
Hattie and I give each other a sideways glance and burst out laughing.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, “I shouldn’t laugh.”
“Oh, it’s fine. If you believe the comments, half of Reddit now wishes I was their teacher.”
Megan heads inside to help Kara carry dishes to the table, and since we have a few minutes alone, I can’t resist winding my girl up.
“Hey,” I say, nudging her with my shoulder. “Do you think anyone here knows you were screaming on my dick this morning?”
“Stop that right now,” she hisses. “I know you’re hellbent on breaking all the rules, but this is one I’m not prepared to swerve on. Nobody can know about this.”
“Would it really be so bad if they knew?”
“Yes.If they know, it will be a whole thing. They’ll have questions, they’ll get invested, and when this ends, people will feel like they have to take sides. Then there’ll be drama, and I hate drama. So keep your stupid mouth shut.”
“What do you mean when this ends?” I angle my body towards her and fold my arms across my chest.
“When we’ve had enough of each other,” she says dismissively.
A tight ache forms behind my ribs, forcing me to confront what I’ve known for longer than I care to admit. I’ll never get enough of her, and the last thing I want is for this to end.
Chapter 33
Hattie
Crawlingintobedaftera long day at the office, I wish I’d made plans to see Rob tonight. Wish I could have one of those massages where he touches me in the exact way I need. Wish he could make me come so hard I lose all clarity and don’t have to think about things like client briefs and project plans. I turn out the light, and my phone dings. If I believed in the power of manifestation, I’d swear I’m the best in the world at it.
Knob:I need to see you
Me:Why?
A photo of him, his tight, black boxers, barely restraining his solid erection, pings into our chat. I should have known better than to ask.Fuck, I want that.
Me:I just got into bed.
Knob:Can I come over?
Me:You know you can’t.
Knob:Please? Just one time. I’ll be quiet. I’ve been thinking about you all day.
Me:Isn’t there someone else you could text?
What a ridiculous thing to say. I don’t know why I’m pushing him away. This past month has been a lot of fun, and I don’t want him to be with anyone else.
Knob:I only want you.
Me:Fine. Megan is here so don’t ring the buzzer. Text me when you’re outside and I’ll sneak you in.
Knob:You really know how to make a guy feel loved.
Me:Do you want to get laid or not, pal?
Knob:I’m already in the car. See you soon xx
Rob doesn’t even have to speak, one look from the other side of the doorway is all it takes to get me aching for him deep in my core. Actually, scratch that, he just has to be in the same room as me and I feel myself turning crazy. This tight, intense feeling that makes me feel wobbly on my feet, like I need to be held up, and held tight. That the safest way to exist is to be underneath the full weight of him, where I can’t think about anything except how good he makes me feel.
