Page 21 of You Again
Me:I told u 2 call me Dash
Spitfire:I’m not sure that would be appropriate, Mr. Weston
Yep. She was afraid to leave evidence of what she really wanted to say, and I had to laugh. This woman was something else.
Me:I think we r past what’s appropriate and what’s not, Ms. Everhart
My phone rang like I knew it would.
I couldn’t hide the smile in my voice. “Well, Henley,” I sing-songed, “what a surprise.”
“Are you insane, texting something like that?” she growled in my ear. “What is wrong with you, Dash?”
Fuck it.
Time to be honest.
“You want to know what is wrong with me? I’ll tell you what’s fucking wrong with me,” I growled back. “My dick doesn’t get hard anymore unless I’m reliving the night I spent withyou. That’s what’s wrong with me.”
She gasped, but then caught herself. “Will you be serious for a minute?” she snapped.
“Oh, I am serious,” I assured her. “I’m so serious, I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself anymore.” In for an insane penny, in for an insane pound. “I dealt with it when I thought I was never going to see you again, but seeing you today? Henley, all I wanted to do was bend you over that conference table and fuck you in front of the entire fucking floor.” It was the truth, but I didn’t want her thinking I just wanted to fuck her. I wanted…whatever this had the potential to be. “I wanted to beat the ever lovin’ fuck out of Arnold. And, yes, I wanted to whip my dick out and piss a circle around you as my brother had so eloquently accused me of doing."
“Are you drunk?” she asked incredulously.
“No,” I bit out.
“Are you high?” she asked, sounding convinced that I was.
“No!” I thundered. “I’m not drunk or high. I haven’t hit my head. I’m not hallucinating or sleep dialing.”
“So, then…you’re just crazy,” she retorted.
I knew I should just hang up.
I knew it.
But I also knew there was no way I was going to be able to walk away from her without exploring what it was she did to me. That night at The Lux, my wounded ego aside, Henley had burrowed somewhere deep inside me with every whimper and moan she had gifted me with. Even after the alcohol had worn off, the desire and desperation hadn’t. I fucked her just as hard and savagely sober as I had when we were buzzed off our asses. I had wanted her to be there when I woke up and that pressing need to wake up to her had nothing to do with Whitney and her bullshit. And now that I knew where to find her, she was mine.
“I’m coming for you, Henley,” I warned her. “You better be ready.”
“Dash-”
“And, this time, I’ll handcuff you to the bed if that’s what it takes to keep you with me.”
And I would.
