Page 51 of Rider Forbidden
“It was fine. Why do you ask?”
“Do anything special?”
She stares at me, probably wondering why I'm acting like a prick. She doesn't even answer she just looks at Denny and hands him some paperwork. “Those are the figures you asked for, the prices last month for the parts you ordered.”
Denny looks at her and then glances at me. After our conversation - the one where I admitted I liked her - he’s probably wondering why I'm being a dick.
“Thanks sweetheart.” He says to her and she turns and leaves.
I take a swig of my coffee waiting for him to say something. He’s silent. Waiting for me. I turn to him “What?”
He shakes his head. “You're an arsehole you know that?”
I shrug “I'm not the one that was out on a date with someone else last night, am I?”
His eyes widen “So that’s what’s wrong with you. Good, pure, old fashioned jealousy.”
“Fuck off, I'm not jealous, I just can't believe after being with me last week she’d go out on a date so quickly.”
He quirks an eyebrow “Maybe she’s learned a couple of lessons off you.”
I shake my head and leave to follow her - it's about time we had a word.
I find her in what she’s adopted as her office she shares with Sophie, but Sophie isn't there, it's just her.
I walk in and shut the door before she realises I’ve walked in.
“What do you want?”
“Could you not even wait a couple of weeks before moving on?”
She shakes her head as though not understanding what I'm saying
“I saw you. Last night. I thought better of you. What? Now I’ve shown you the ropes - how to have sex like it should be done - you thought you'd spread your experience far and wide? Along with your legs.”
I know I’m being an absolute arsehole, but I just can't help myself.
She gasps.
OK, that was bad. I need to calm down. I feel like I want to beat someone to a pulp. Preferably the dick she was out with last night.
“Get out.”
I step towards her and steps back, her back to the desk. Rookie move Robyn, I have her right where I want her.
“No.”
“You are being so horrible. How could you think I would go on a date after only being with you a few days ago?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “I fucking saw you!” I'm standing close to her now, totally invading her personal space. The flush in her cheeks indicating one of two things - she’s mad or turned on - or maybe both.
“You saw me having a coffee with a guy.”
“Who was he?”
“What’s it to you, Jack? It's none of your business.”
“I'm making it my business.” My hands move of their own accord, sliding up behind her neck as I lower my mouth down onto hers. Fuck . . . her taste - it's intoxicating. One little taste and it just makes you want more and more. I flick my tongue at her lips and she gasps and opens her mouth. I take the opportunity given to me and slide my tongue in. Delving into her mouth as though it’s the first time. I feel her hands slide around my waist and I know I’ve got her attention. She moans as she leans into me and starts kissing me back properly. This girl can kiss. The feel of her hand sliding under my t-shirt causes me to growl and I press myself into her.
