Page 36 of Bossy Trouble

“Let me down,” Georgia groaned, hitting my shoulder in her effort to get out of my hold. “Now!”

I let her slide down to her feet, and she dashed to the side, nearly tumbling over the side table in her effort to get as far away from me as possible. To put distance between herself and me. I frowned.

Did I read it wrong? Had she not wanted this?

Her hands went to her chest, immediately arranging her shirt over the nipples that were still engorged. Her neck was red with passion, and her eyes had that hazy look in them. Her body was trembling, and I knew that between her thighs, her clit was probably aching to be touched, pussy begging to be filled.

No, she definitely wanted this.

But she’d stopped it nevertheless.

The surroundings came back to me in increments, including the incessant ringing in the background. The tone now sounded more familiar, and I noticed that my phone was vibrating in my pocket. I reached in distractedly, pulling it out and answering without looking. “What is it?’

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Sasha’s tone was hesitant. “Is this a bad time?”

Yes, it was ridiculously horrible timing.

I sighed, rubbing my hand over my face tiredly. Wrong move. I’d forgotten that Georgia’s essence was still on my fingers, and the minute I inhaled the scent of it, I lost myself again. I wanted her taste in my mouth. Without thought, I stuck my finger in my mouth, licking it off, feeling the taste of her burst on my tongue. Jesus, I wanted more.

Georgia’s eyes flared when she saw me do that, and then she snatched her face to the side. But I knew it affected her. She wanted more too.

“Donovan? Are you there?”

Sasha’s voice once again snapped me out of my reverie, and in a tone that was more clipped than I intended, I answered, “Yes, I’m here.”

“Oh, um…” She sounded like she wasn’t sure what to say. “I can call back at another time if you want.”

“No.” The atmosphere was already ruined. “I’m not busy. What did you want?”

“Oh, that’s good then. I thought you’d forgotten about our date tonight.”

Shit. I’d completely forgotten.

“I just wanted to let you know we don’t have to go out if you’re too tired or something, but if you wanted to come over tonight and have dinner with me, that’s fine. And then maybe we can…talk after.” There was an inflection in her voice at the word talk. Sasha always used that to mean sex, as though she couldn’t face saying the actual word.

It was like, to her, it couldn’t just be a fuck. There always had to be something else involved, like dinner and a talk.

And truly, there was nothing else I wanted to do less.

I didn’t want to go on a date with Sasha. I barely wanted to even talk to Sasha right now. And I didn’t want to leave Georgia at all, but I stopped short of a denial.

My bad mood wasn’t Sasha’s fault. Technically, she was my girlfriend, and I was the wrong party in this entire debacle. I couldn’t afford to start standing her up this late in the game, not with her father already making threats to pull out of the deal entirely. I couldn’t afford to lose him. I needed him to clear our company of some very bad company.

So, instead, I said, “Sure, Sash. Give me a couple of hours.”

I saw something flash in Georgia’s expression, and I had a feeling I had done something irrevocably damaging to her.

I didn’t like it.Not one bit.

It made me feel like a giant dick, and while it was something I knew, it was the first time I’d felt so bad about it.

“I’ll call you when I’m close,” I said.

“Alright. Look forward to seeing you. Love you.” And with that, she hung up.

Jeez, the guilt magnified. I was fucking with her life too.

Despite what I thought, what I was currently doing wasn’t a victimless crime. I couldn’t simply use her to get the deal through and forget about her completely. It wasn’t right.

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