“Because my best friend is a woman, and we have slept together lots of times.” He stared hard at me. “And if you think that we can be friends and not have sex, you are very wrong, Mya.”
I swallowed nervously and didn’t think about what I was saying as the words slipped out of my mouth: “Well, that’s you and your friend. Is she one of the women you slept with while you were married?”
A hurricane barreling down on me wouldn’t have been as scary as the face that suddenly glared back at me. Alex stopped moving, and I tried to backpedal, “I’m sorry, Alex. I shouldn’t have asked that.”
Alex’s arm dropped from around my waist, and he turned, pulling me off the floor. I had no idea where we were going, but I slightly feared the look I had seen on his face.
“Alex, I’m sorry,” I said again, trying to get his attention, but he kept pulling me until we were out of the room. “Where are we going?” I asked him as he kept moving. “Alex!”
He pulled me down a small hallway for employees, and about halfway down, out of the sight of most people walking by, he spun me around and put me against the wall.
He took my face in his hands and pulled my mouth to meet his. The kiss was electrifying, and I clung to his arms, afraid that if he let me go, I’d collapse on the floor. Finally, he slowed the kiss and leaned back, staring down at me, “Let’s get something straight right now, Mya North. You are the first and only woman that I have kissed like that since I got engaged to my soon-to-be ex-wife over three years ago.”