Page 22 of Very Bad Things

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

“Are you okay?” she asks, confused as she steps up next to me. “Oh, ohhhh,” she gasps, clamping her hand over her mouth as she looks down at my very obvious erection.

“Don’t look so surprised, it’s a natural reaction.”

“I just, I didn’t realize.” She giggles.

“What did you think was going to happen, sweetheart? You’re a beautiful woman who was just grinding her tight little ass onto my cock.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—beautiful?” Her face grows red at my blunt words and her smile disappears as she repeats the word back to me as if she’s actually stunned I said it.

“Don’t be sorry.” I let out a long breath as my tension slowly releases. “I know you didn’t mean to. I’m the one who held you in place for far too long.” I look over at her, both of us staring at each other. I tell myself not to reiterate the sentiment, but I do anyway. “Come on now, Daphne, you know you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she half whispers.

I open my mouth to take it a step further and ask her if she’s wet, but she speaks before I can.

“I’m sure your mystery blonde can help with that.” She nods toward my crotch.

“Huh?”

“The one you were spotted with the night you had your ‘very important dinner’ while I babysat your daughter.”

I’m thoroughly confused now and the moment is gone. “Is this some passive-aggressive bullshit I didn’t get the memo on because I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Nothing.” She shrugs, turning back to the sheet on the booth ledge like she’s checking something.

“No, it’s clearly something. Say whatever it is you want to say.”

“It’s stupid. I was just being petty. I saw a tabloid article thing that night that was a picture you and what the headlines referred to as a ‘mystery blonde’ getting into the same car.”

“Oh, that was Natalie. She’s not a mystery.” I laugh. “She’s the head of acquisitions for the company I’m trying to buy, the company I was meeting with for dinner. There were half a dozen of us there.”

“You two shared a car?”

Is she jealous?

“We did. She lives about a block from me so my driver dropped her off before he brought me back to your place.” I take a step closer to her, reaching out to pull her chin over so that she’s looking at me. “It wasn’t a date if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I’m not asking.”

“Why were you looking at headlines about me?”

“I wasn’t. I just happened to stumble across it on theDaily Mailor something.”

“You know you can ask if you have questions about me.”

“I don’t have questions about you.” Her eyes are big and round as she looks up at me.

“You sure about that?” I glance past her quickly to make sure we’re alone before reaching my thumb up and brushing it across her bottom lip. I lean in a bit further, only a few centimeters between us. This woman drives me crazy. She’s so oblivious to how sexy she is, how fucking bad I want to bend her over right now and leave her dripping with my cum.

“D—do you have questions about me?” she asks barely above a whisper.

“Mm-hmm.” I move my hand from her chin to rest above her head. “But I shouldn’t ask them.”

“Why not?” Her hands are pressed against the pillar of the booth behind her.

“Because,” I say softly as I lean in, placing my lips at her ear, “I’m trying to remain a gentleman.”

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