Page 14 of You Again
Chapter 7
Henley~
The jackass had the nerve to look just as good as he had the night I met him. The black hair and grey eyes were a lethal combination, and standing before two men with the same coloring and features, Ellie’s mention of a threesome didn’t seem so absurd anymore. Not that I’d be brave enough to tackle such an adventure. Besides, Scott Weston proudly wore a thick gold band on his ring finger that announced him as a happily married man.
Before I could say anything, the happily married Scott Weston asked, “Uh, excuse me? You two know each other?”
“You could say that,” Dash bit out.
I pulled myself from his grasp and my vagina started hissing like a rabid animal. She remembered that hard body and what all it was capable of. She had been pretty pissed off when I had snuck off that night. And, man oh man, could the little tart hold a grudge. I haven’t been able to orgasm without reliving that night since.
I was just about to downplay how we knew each other when the conference room door opened, and in walked Mr. Peridy and goddamn Arnold Harrison. I knew why Mr. Peridy was here, but I didn’t know why Arnold had tagged along. Mr. Peridy was a fan of giving our clients that personal feel and always met them when he could. I thought it was a sweet touch that other companies lacked, but that didn’t mean I liked Arnold being here with him.
Ignoring the woman-hating glaring man next to me, I smiled at Mr. Peridy. “Mr. Peridy, glad you could join us,” I semi-lied. “Please let me introduce you to Scott and Dash Weston.” I gestured to each man as I said their names. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to our marketing director, Howard Peridy.” I immaturely, pettily, and unprofessionally left Arnold out of the introductions, but I didn’t care. He shouldn’t be here in the first damn place.
My plan of maliciousness backfired when Arnold introduced himself after the men all shook hands. “And I’m Arnold Harrison,” he said, sticking his hand out. “I work closely with Henley.” The asshole was lying. We didn’t work closely together. We never did. Every advertising executive had their own clients. Only the biggest accounts were shared, but that was rare. We might bounce ideas off each other, but that was about it. Wedid notwork closely together.
This smug asshole was trying to poach Weston Technologies from me.
I had been about to kick him in the balls-mentally-when I noticed that he winced a bit while shaking Dash’s hand. And the embarrassment of knowing Dash knew who Arnold was to me was almost enough to make me hand over the account to Arnold and walk out of the room.
Almost.
I donned my best professional face and said, “You’re more than welcomed to stay, Mr. Peridy.”
He smiled good-naturedly. “Nonsense, Henley,” he said. “I just wanted to introduce myself and let these fine gentlemen know that they are in the best of hands.” He looked between Scott and Dash. “However, if you gentlemen have any questions that Henley may not be able to answer for you, please feel free to call me.” I knew Mr. Peridy wasn’t calling out my abilities to handle their account. He was just making sure to let the client know he was available for them as well.
“Not to mention, we’re a team here,” Arnold butted in. “I’m available also. We…weallare.”
The homicidal urge was strong, but before I could pounce on him like a raccoon living with rabies, Dash remarked, “I’m more than positive that Henley can manage our account successfully.”
He called me Henley.
It had been professional and acceptable since that was what Mr. Peridy had addressed me by, but somehow, it hadn’t felt professional and acceptable. But that was probably because my mind was being assaulted with all the memories of when he’d said my name before.
Fuck, Henley, your mouth feels so good.
Henley, baby, let me inside that tight pussy.
Say my name, Henley.
As Dash was eyeballing Arnold, I noticed Scott Weston was eyeballingme. I gave him a tentative smile, but he just cocked his head at me, his expression thoughtful. He knew something was up between me and his brother, but he wasn’t sure what.
Mr. Peridy cleared his throat. “Well, we’ll let you guys get on with your meeting.” He turned towards Arnold. “Arnold, shall we?”
Both men exited the building, and a few awkward seconds ticked by before Scott Weston’s voice broke the silence. “Is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on?” I glanced at Dash, unsure what to do, and decided to let him take the lead.
He shrugged a shoulder. “What do you mean?”
Scott looked back and forth between us. “Oh, I don’t know,” he drawled out, planting his hands on his hips. “Maybe you can explain why you practically whipped your dick out and pissed a circle the woman. How about we start with that?”
I gasped.
Dash groaned.
“No? Nothing?”
“You’re overreact-”
