Page 22 of You Again
Chapter 11
Henley~
My heart was racing like a dope fiend who just snorted up some cocaine while smoking an eight-ball after injecting some meth.
My palms were even sweaty.
I hadn’t heard from Dash after that ridiculous phone call Friday night, but I was set to meet with him in a few minutes for our first official meeting about what was expected of S.A.M. for their marketing vision. It was Wednesday afternoon, and I purposely scheduled this appointment late, so that if I had to kill him, there wouldn’t be many witnesses. The night guards could be a problem, but I wasn’t above flashing my boobs to get them to look the other way as I dragged Dash’s lifeless body out of the building.
The scheduled meeting hadn’t been a problem initially, but when Scott had phoned me to tell me he wouldn’t be able to make it, it became a problem. I had offered to reschedule the meeting for a time that was more convenient for him, but he had assured me Dash could handle it.Andhe promised that Dash would be on his best behavior. I had thanked him, while failing to mention that it was probablymybehavior that was dubious at best.
After Max had whisked my sister away for all things sexual Friday night, I had practically suffocated myself in my thoughts about Dash. And just when I had tone down the madness to daily medication and not actual admittance into a psych ward, Dash had text me.
I knew the second I had dialed his number that it had been a mistake, but I couldn’t have text evidence of our conversation, knowing him the way I did. But all the phone call had done was cause me to tumble further down the rabbit hole that was Dash Weston.
I also, may or may have not, stuck my hand down my panties and rubbed one out to the sound of his voice saying he was coming for me. It had been the sexiest thing any man has ever said to me and I had used it to my advantage. His voice couple with the things I knew he could do to me had me cumming all over the place in ten minutes flat.
It had been exhausting and satisfying, but terrifying also.
Dash Weston was meant to be more than someone’s rebound. But was a person still rebounding once they realized there was nothing to rebound from? The hurt and humiliation of what Arnold had done was real. But it hadn’t taken me long to realize that I couldn’t have loved him that deeply if it had only taken a few days for the memories of what we had to fade. Whatever anger I still harbored for him was because he was a shitty person who had done a shitty thing to me, not because I was still mourning the loss of him.
The phone on my desk buzzed, and it snapped me out of my musings. I hit the button and Maribel, the receptionist, announced, “Hey, Henley. Mr. Dash Weston is here for his appointment.”
“Thank you, Maribel. Can you send him up? He knows his way,” I replied. “Oh, and let him know I’ll meet him at the elevators.”
“Sure thing,” she said cheerfully.
I hung up and made my way to the elevators. I could have easily gone downstairs to meet Dash, but I didn’t trust myself around him. All kinds of curse words were bound to be released in his presence and I’d rather do that in my office without witnesses. The last thing I needed was for Mr. Peridy to hear that I was cussing out our latest account.
A few minutes later, the elevator doors dinged open and out walked a delicious-looking Dash Weston. He had a quiet masculinity to him and was both intriguing and sexy. Dash looked like he’d be a gentleman in most situations but gave off the vibe that he’d swing a fist or two if he had to.
He smirked as he came and stood before me. “Henley,” he acknowledged.
“Mr. Weston,” I greeted back.
He leaned in and I almost kneed him in the balls when his left hand caressed my ass as he said, “Only when we’re roleplaying, baby.”
I glanced around like an escaped convict looking for the route to freedom, but thankfully, no one seemed to be paying attention to us.
Jerk.
I gestured towards my office. “This way, please,” I gritted between my teeth. I didn’t wait to see if he would follow. I just started walking and went back and forth between hoping he was following me and hoping he hopped back onto the elevator and out of my life.
We had just reached my office door when Arnold appeared out of nowhere. He spared Dash only a second’s glance before looking at me and asking, “Do you have a quick moment, Henley?”
I could feel Dash tense up behind me, but I kept my attention on Arnold. “Not at the moment, Arnold,” I replied professionally. “I’m about to start a meeting with Mr. Weston.”
His eyes flicked towards Dash standing behind me, but quickly returned to mine. “Then, afterwards?”
“Uh…okay,” I muttered vaguely. I couldn’t imagine what Arnold had to speak to me about, but I needed to get my meeting with Dash underway. “I’ll call you when my meetings over.” He gave me a satisfied nod before walking away.
I glanced up at Dash and gestured towards the interior of my office. “After you.” Dash rolled his eyes, then placed his hand on the small of my back and escorted me inside.
I was halfway to my desk when I heard the door shut and the lock click. I turned around and Dash was striding towards me like a predator with his prey in his sights.
“D…Dash…”
His hands were on my hips, and my ass was perched on the edge of my desk before I knew it. Dash’s legs forced my thighs apart, and he settled in between my opened legs like he belonged there. Before I could protest, his lips crashed down on mine and all thoughts of protesting flew out the window. His hands were tangled in my hair and my hands were fisted in the front of his shirt and one of us moaned.
