Page 16 of You Again
Chapter 8
Dash~
Ihad something she wanted, and she had something I wanted. Henley wanted our account and I wanted fucking answers. Sounded like a perfect platform for negotiations to me.
“Are you serious?” she shrieked.“That’swhat you want to talk about?”
I stepped to her because I couldn’t help the masochist in me. The memories of the woman have been haunting me for months. Hell yeah, I wanted answers. “Why did you sneak out?” I repeated. Her shoulders sagged as she let out a deep breath. “And you only have ten minutes to explain.”
She shot me a withering look but answered anyway. “I was embarrassed,” she admitted.
“Of?”
Henley’s green eyes took on the size of dinner platters. “Lots of things,” she snapped, her light complexion turning pink.
“Like?” There was no way I was going to make it easy on her. She’s been driving me fucking nuts for months, even if she didn’t know it.
“Jesus Christ,” she hissed. “I went to a hotel room with a man I didn’t know and…and…didstuff.”
My brows shot up. “Stuff?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she looked like she wanted to deck me. “Quit being a jerk,” she snapped.
Now my eyes narrowed as my hand snaked out and grabbed her by her arm. I yanked her so hard, I feared I might have pulled a muscle. But she was where I wanted her to be.
Against my body.
“If by ‘stuff’, you mean we fucked like we couldn’t get enough of each other, then yeah, we didstuff,”I agreed sarcastically. “I also recall you swallowing my cock like it was your new favorite snack. And I remember-very vividly, mind you-my face buried in your pussy while I licked you from ass to clit.”
She gasped.
In true eighteenth-century embodiment of outrage and offended sensibilities, she gasped. And I knew it was because I spoke about eating her ass in broad daylight, where the cloak of drunken desperation couldn’t hide it. I wanted to shake my head. If women owned their perversions like men did, bedrooms all around the world would set off fireworks every night.
“Are you out of your mind?!” Henley looked around the room like we weren’t alone. “You can’t be saying shit like that, Dash!”
“Why not? It’s true,” I challenged. I knew I miscalculated the second her head reared back, and she looked at me like I was dirt on the bottom of her four-inch heels.
Henley leaned forward and her voice dripped with venom. “You want to know why I snuck out?” She didn’t let me answer. “I snuck out because, at the bar, you were talking about how women couldn’t keep their legs closed, and what did I do? I prove your statement correct by spreading mine for you, hours after walking away from a man I thought I loved enough to marry.” Her green eyes were on fire and I knew this was headed in a direction I hadn’t wanted to go. “I was too embarrassed and humiliated to look you in the face after letting you do all the things I let you do to me that night.” We both knew what she was referring to. Not only had she spread her legs for me that night, in a million different positions, she also let me slide my cock up her ass, and that had been what had finally wrecked us both and had caused me to pass out. “And I was right to feel embarrassed and humiliated,” she continued. “Because here you are, talking to me at my place of business like I’m a common whore, who needs everyone to know she takes it up the fucking ass!”
“Whoa,” I rushed out, both my hands on her arms now, doing my best to keep her from swinging. “That isnotwhat this is.”
“Get your hands off me,” she seethed.
She looked like she hated me.
“Henley-”
She wrenched herself from my hold and told me just how badly I had miscalculated when she said, “You know what? Arnold can have your account. I don’t need this shit.”
Scott waltzed back into the room before I could explain that she had it all wrong. “Time’s up,” he announced.
My heart was racing and the feeling of…alarm started clawing at my neck as I watched Henley smooth her skirt down and compose herself with some sort of professionalism. She looked at Scott and said, “You’re right, Mr. Weston. It would be best if someone else handled your account.” Her voice burned when she added, “M…Mr. Harrison would be a wonderful choice for your company. He’s very good.”
Fierce protectiveness and unreasonable jealousy sent waves of anger coursing through my body. How dare Henley say anything positive about that asshole. I might not know the full story, but it was clear from what little she had shared that she’d been engaged to him and he had cheated on her. He didn’t deserve her decency. He was a fucking piece of shit and I didn’t want to hear her saying how great he was at his job.
Scott’s fire cooled, and he actually looked sorry for her. “Oh, okay. Uh…thank y-”
“Not happening,” I jumped in.
