Page 60 of One Taste
That’s what makes me so mad… more at myself than him. “You don’t know what‘no’means, do you? How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want to fuck you?”
“Hold on a second,” he says, raising his hand. “I believe your exact words were ‘Fuck me now, Sebastian, or I’ll find someone who will.’ The word ‘no’ never left your mouth. You wanted my cock as much as I wanted to give it to you.”
Twisting the lock on the door, I open it just before turning back to him. “Maybe you should stop giving away things that are already spoken for.”
I doubt I’m making a lick of sense to him, but I’m so angry and frustrated with myself for being weak I don’t care. I just need to get away from him.
Just before I can make a hasty getaway from the conference room, Sebastian calls out, “There’s no room in life for regrets, Devin. Just accept this thing between us and everything will be so much easier.”
My eyes shoot daggers at him as I spin back around. “I have one regret in life, Sebastian, and it’s meeting you at that hotel.”
His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches as he steps forward, no doubt about to say something to defend himself, except Madison comes barreling around the corner.
Her curly brown hair is thrown up on top of her head in a messy bun, and it has me hoping my hair doesn’t look like I just got fucked.
It’s bad enough my skirt is wrinkled. It looks like I pulled it from the bottom of the hamper this morning. I feel the flush of embarrassment creeping up my chest toward my neck, and the nauseous feeling comes back with full force.
The windows of the conference room are still frosted, and my heart pounds, praying Madison doesn’t piece together the clues laid out in front of her.How the hell would I explain this?She would probably fire me on the spot.
I’m here to fix this company, not bring it down further.
As she enters the conference room, she doesn’t pay attention to her surroundings. She’s more concerned with speaking. “Oh, good,” she rushes. “You’re both still here.”
She seems out of breath and flush. She looks how I feel—freshly fucked and conflicted.
“What’s up, Madison?” Sebastian asks, redirecting his attention from me to his sister.
“I just got a call from one of the PR reps.” She takes a seat in the chair at the head of the table, where Sebastian just had me bent over, tits pressed to the wood. “An opportunity for good PR just popped up and we booked you to do it.”
Sebastian lets out an irritated huff. “What is it, Madison?”
I swear a little mischievous satisfaction gleams in her eyes. “You’re helping serve the Thanksgiving dinner shift at the homeless shelter next week.”
The snort just flies out.
I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.
The thought of Sebastian in a hairnet and apron is just what I needed to clear my head.
He quirks an eyebrow at me, and a challenging look overtakes his features as he turns back to his sister. “Why am I the only one who has to do it?” he asks. “If this is a stunt for good publicity, why isn’t the interim CEO coming as well? It would be better if everyone got to know Devin’s face, and seeing us work together would be even better.”
Cock-sucking motherfucker! I despise him.
Madison’s head tilts as she contemplates her brother’s suggestion. “It’s not a bad idea at all.” She turns toward me. “Devin, can you meet Sebastian at Covenant House at six on Thanksgiving? I know you may have family plans, but we need all the help we can get right now.”
This is a no-win situation for me. I’m not opposed to volunteering, but it’s volunteering with Sebastian and having to pretend to like him that I have an issue with. But if I say no, it makes me look bad. I’m fucked.
I turn, glaring at Sebastian and imagining stabbing him in the eye with a fucking ice pick. “I don’t see it being a problem,” I acquiesce. “I’ll just adjust my plans.”
“Thank you so much, Devin.” Madison beams.
A good-looking man with blonde hair appears in the doorway wearing a Giants’ jersey. “Why does everyone look so pissed off?”
“Nobody is pissed, Jax,” Sebastian says, giving away the man’s name.
Jax. It’s fitting. He looks like a Jax. Tall, sexy, and charming.
Sebastian’s statement is inaccurate. I’m pissed at Sebastian because he dragged me into going to the homeless shelter on Thanksgiving. While I may agree with his assessment of the situation, I should be there as the new CEO, but the company’s image wasn’t the reason he requested my presence. It was because he loves to find new ways to torture me since I don’t want to be his side piece.
