Page 12 of Good Girl
She takes Vance’s bottle of vodka and chugs it, making a weird sound in the back of her throat as her body revolts at the taste.
“Josh, my fiancé, is gay,” she announces, gritting her teeth and then laughing again.
“What?” Vance leans forward to hear her better.
She covers her face with her hands then throws them up in the air. “I went home to surprise him yesterday with some sexy underwear on and found him fucking Eric.”
When her red lace panties filter through my thoughts, I have to adjust my semi-hard cock to alleviate the ache.
“Who’s Eric?” Confusion has me arching a brow.
She holds a hand to her mouth and shakes her head before her response rushes out. “His cousin.” Squealing, she throws her head back and laughs, making her whole body shake while I silently will the bow to dislodge and show me her tits. “OMG, how crazy is that? I can’t believe I’m telling you.”
“Your fiancé is fucking his own cousin?” Sounding like he wants to confirm he has the facts straight, Vance shifts again, his stupid fucking horns tapping me on the head.
“Yes. And he’s a boy,” she adds, bopping her head up and down.
Cringing, I blow air through my teeth. That's fucking awful. I’m pretty sure Robert—my assistant, who she’s covering for—told me she moved here to be with her fiancé while he finishes an internship. She uprooted her life for him, and this is how he repays her?
Prick.
“You know what’s really crazy?” she snickers, and the intrigue to what could be crazier than what she’s already shared has both Vance and me inclining toward her. “If he had told me he wanted to bring another man into our relationship, I would’ve been okay with it.” She shrugs and then laughs again. “If he would’ve shared him.” Her voice rises in volume. “But I don’t think he’s into women at all.” She shakes her head. “He never wanted to fuck me, so I thought maybe I wasn’t sexually attractive. I’d try all sorts of things, but he would always balk.”
“Sounds like he’s the crazy one,” Vance drawls.
I can’t believe the way she’s speaking, causing me to question everything I’d thought about her. Hearing the wordfuckcome out of her mouth is making my head buzz with images of a thousand different positions I want to put her in. Maybe I had her wrong this whole time, and she’s not an innocent, little, budding flower but a full grown rose, still gorgeous, delicate, but with sharp thorns.
“He told me he didn’t like it when I got…” She squeezes her eyes closed, shaking her head again.
“Got what?” Vance and I move in unison toward her, desperate to hear what she will confess next.
She squirms and turns the phone away from her face so we can’t see her fully.
“Got what, Poppy?” I demand, grabbing her ankle and tugging her closer to us.
She squeals and then giggles. Getting onto her knees, she props her palms on my thighs then leans in to speak against my lips. “Wet.”
All the saliva evaporates from my mouth while Vance hisses beside me, his stupid devil horn smacking me in the face this time. “Definitely gay,” he remarks, his voice hoarse. I snatch his mask and toss it across the elevator.
“Tristan,” His tone has my cock throbbing in response.
Poppy lets out a dramatic sigh as she moves back to her corner. I hate the distance, even though it’s only a leg width apart. “If he had told me he was gay, I would’ve supported him, of course. But to lie about it and string me along?” She winces. “I don’t even know where I’m going to stay tonight. There aren’t any vacant hotels or seats on any flights to get back home.”
“You’re leaving?” I close my eyes to calm myself, trying to ignore the panic squeezing my lungs.
Her shoulders lift. “Apparently not. I’ll be staying on a bench somewhere.” Grumbling, she folds her arms and straightens out her legs, accidentally bumping mine with hers.
“You can stay with me.” I blurt without thought. Vance grimaces and shakes his head, covering his face with his hand. Who the fuck am I? I don’t offer for people to stay with me.
She’s not just people, though.
Poppy shuffles around, then her face appears inches from mine, her soft hands balancing on my thighs once more. When the scent of her vodka and vanilla breath hits me, I have to will myself not to reach out and close the distance with my lips. “Really?” She searches my eyes, her teeth scraping across her bottom lip.
“It’s better than a bench,” I shrug, and she fucking climbs onto my lap, making my heart gallop like a schoolboy getting to see tits for the first time. Her arms wrap around my neck as sheburies her head into the crook of my neck. Her ass is cushioning my cock, which is now at full salute.
“Why?” she asks, pulling out of my neck and looking back at my face. She’s so fucking close, I could capture her lips by shifting about half an inch.
Vance’s hand appears between us, wrapping around her throat and tugging her towards him, drawing sharp inhales from us both and causing my cock to strain even more. It’s going to burst at this rate.
