Page 28 of You Again
Chapter 14
Dash~
“Your fingers are cutting into my circulation, Dash,” Henley winced.
I immediately released my grip on her hips, but I didn’t let go. “What the fuck do you mean he wants you back?”Did the man have a death wish?
Henley rolled her eyes, and I did not appreciate the flippancy. And the fact that I was ignoring how her pencil skirt had ridden up when I had hauled into my lap, and how I could see her white lace panties and I wasn’t ripping them off with my teeth, was a testament to how pissed I was.
This was serious, damn it.
“After you left, I went to his office to see what he had wanted, and he basically told me he wanted me back,” she replied, then shrugged a shoulder. “That’s it.”
“That’s it?” I bit out.
Her smile was soft and understanding. “Dash, he wasn’t serious.”
Okay.
Now I was confused.
“What in the fuck are you talking about?” I snapped. “And I suggest you explain yourself clearly, young lady, unless you want me to lose my fucking shit and go hunt the asshole down.” Henley was doing her best to try to hold in her laughter and my eyes narrowed at how she wasn’t offended at Arnold trying to come between us.
“He was on the open floor when you got off the elevator for our meeting,” she replied calmly as if I wasn’t about to catch a court case. “He saw you rub my ass when I greeted you, Dash.” Her head twitched in indifference. “It’s just a classic case of seeing the person you thought was still pining over you not pining over you anymore.”
“So, he was jealous,” I surmised.
Her nose scrunched up. “I don’t think so. I think it was more of a bruised ego than serious jealousy,” she replied. “He said he wanted me back, but when I said I’d rather run my vagina over a sea of razor blades than ever let him near it again, he got snide and commented on how he saw your hand on my ass.”
“It’s a spectacular ass,” I commented, appeased a bit. “What the hell else am I supposed to do with it when you’re near?” I loved that Henley was perfect up top but that her ass, hips, and thighs were ample and thick. Fucking her from behind was the stuff ofallthe fantasies.
Henley rolled her eyes. “The pointis,” she continued, “he thought I was still hung up on him and he didn’t like seeing that I wasn’t. He also made a good point that you were a client, and we should probably limit our heavy petting in public.”
Both my hands reached around and grabbed huge handfuls of her ass.“Thisis heavy petting,” I huffed. “What I did earlier was just a…demonstration of tenderness.”
She laughed.
God, she was breathtaking when she laughed.
When she was done, Henley leaned forward and placed her arms around my neck. As quick, soft kiss on the lips later, she said, “Even if you weren’t in the picture, there’s no way I’d ever entertaining getting back together with Arnold. I don’t do cheating.”
There was a burst of warmth behind my rib cage at the sincerity in her voice. “Neither do I,” I assured her. “Besides, I can’t imagine ever wanting another woman when I have you, Henley. I mean that.”
She pursed her lips and my brain started chanting,listen with your ears, listen with your ears, listen with your ears.I needed to focus on what she was about to say and not the smell of her shampoo, the softness of her fingers on my neck, her tits pressed up against my chest, or how her legs were spread open over my lap.
“Before we…move forward, there’s something I need to…ask. Or…more like clear up,” she said.
“Ooookay…”
“That night at The Lux…I…had been trying to…I don’t know, I guess…prove that Arnold didn’t have a good reason to cheat on me,” she continued, her face red from embarrassment. “All the things I let you do to me-”
Nope.
No way.
We were not doing this.
“Hold up, Henley,” I jumped in. “There isnothingwrong with all the things we did that night.”
