Page 60 of Famous Last Words
“He’s been harassing me on the work chat. Asking me all sorts of inappropriate questions about you,us. He asked me to co-list with him on a really huge listing, and when I said hell no, he cornered me in our boss’s office, and of course Tony was supportive of the idea. I couldn’t say no.” Her blue eyes are wide with sincerity as she continues. “And then today, he tricked me into going to the penthouse we’re co-listing on, telling me to wait for the stagers, but the stagers never showed. Because there never were stagers. It was his way of keeping me from coming to the game tonight.” She shakes her head. “He’s a dick.”
I let her words sink in, allowing my brain to process what she’s just told me. And white hot rage sears through my veins. I drag my tongue over my bottomlip, carefully considering my next move. “Where does he live?”
Her brows knit together, her eyes flitting between mine. “No.”
“Keller, I fucking warned him,” I seethe, trying so hard to keep my voice down.
“I know. And I appreciate you for doing that Robbie, but the truth is, I think—” She pauses, like she’s not sure she should say it. “I think what you said might’ve made things worse.”
I scoff. “You’re kidding me, right?”
She searches my face.
“You can’t just let him get away with treating you like this.”
She shakes her head again. “No, I’m not. I promise. I just—” She closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose a moment, her gaze almost pleading when it meets mine again. “Just let me deal with him, okay?”
I stare at her for a pause. And I want to argue with her. I really do. But I also don’t want to make things more difficult for her. I know the corporate world is a lot different from professional hockey. If Tadd was a hockey player, I’d just have it out with him on the ice and be done with it. But I can’t go to his place right now and beat the shit out of him; I’d wind up in jail, and that’s not going to help anyone.
“Please, Robbie.”
I’m pulled from my thoughts by Fran’s sweet voice, her hand rubbing up and down my arm.
“Please just let me deal with Tadd.” She flashes me the hint of a reassuring smile. “And I promise you, if it gets to be too much, I’ll let you know.”
“You better,” I warn her, only half-joking, managing the semblance of a smile. But deep down, I still don’t like this. From what Fran’s told me about him, I know what sort of guy he is, and I don’t trust him one fucking bit.
“I don’t know what the hell’s going on over there,” Dallas yells, causing both Fran and I to look over, finding everyone staring at us. “But can y’all just kiss and make up so we can keep drinking?”
Logan and Happy start banging the table like fucking toddlers, and suddenly everyone is chanting. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
“Oh my God,” Fran murmurs.
I look down at her to find her cheeks almost as pink as her pants suit. And when her eyes meet mine, I arch a wagering brow. “What do you say, Keller? Should we give ‘em what they want?”
Her gaze dips down to my lips, lingering for a few long seconds before darting back up again, and fuck me, when the tip of her tongue pokes out to wet her bottom lip, I swear I feel it in my dick. Hell, I’m not even breathing. And then, suddenly she’s reaching up and wrapping her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down.
“Fuck it,” she mutters right as her lips claim mine.
I’m stilted, frozen in place like a fucking jackass. She’s kissing me. Fran Keller is actually kissing me. The cheers from our group, the sound of a Motley Crüe song playing in the background, it all fades into nothing, and it’s suddenly just the two of us, the warmth of her soft lips helping to breathe life back into me.
I gently cup her jaw with one hand, my other hand landing on her curvy hip, pulling her flush against me with enough force that it causes her to moan against my lips. Seizing the opportunity, I trail my tongue along the seam of her mouth before gently nudging inside, earning another soft sound from her that verges on a whimper, her fingers gripping the lengths of my hair.
When our tongues finally meet, I don’t miss the way she flinches ever so slightly, her other hand gripping my arm like it’s her lifeline. But she quickly relaxes, taking all that I have to give her until this isn’t just a kiss. It’s so much more. Her tits are heaving with each of her heavy breaths. Her body melds against mine. She’s practically panting, a rumbled sound coming from somewhere deep in the back of my throat as I practically tongue fuck her mouth, exploring every part of her that I can as my dick aches with the kind of need I’ve never felt before.
“Get a room!” a distant voice shouts, yanking me back to reality.
Fran breaks the kiss first, slowly pulling away, and when she looks up at me, those glazed eyes are filled with lust, and I can’t stop myself before ghosting her kiss-swollen lips with another graze of my own, taking the moment of closeness to breathe her in.
With my hand still cupping her jaw, I pull away enough to get a good look at her, sweeping the pad of my thumb over her glistening bottom lip, smirking when her lashes flutter closed at my touch.
But then, like a douse of icy cold water, the spell is broken, and Fran single-handedly rips open my chest, yanks out my heart, and crushes the life out of it with her words.
“That should get them off our backs for a while,” she murmurs, turning away from me and knocking back the remainder of her tequila soda before placing the empty glass on the counter.
Staring at her, I stand up straighter, squaring my shoulders, pushing my hair away from my face as I allow her words to sink in.How have I been so fucking stupid?
From the night we spent together in her bed, to the secrets we’ve shared since, I let myself get carried away like a fucking love-sick fool.Fran doesn’t have feelings for me. And I don’t have feelings for her either. And, as much as it sucks, this is the harsh reminder I needed; this isn’t fucking real.
