Page 78 of Forget Me Not

My eyes travel to his mouth and I find myself licking my lips when his tongue drags across his bottom teeth. “Go ahead,” he says. “You know you want to.”

I gulp, eyes shooting to his hot gaze. “Want to what?”

“Kiss me. I saw the way you were looking at my lips.” He leans closer and my heart jumps into a frenzy. “Do it.”

I avert my gaze, unable to look at him out of fear I will melt into a puddle at his feet. One damn orgasm and I’m already like this? “I…I have to get back to work, assuming I still have a job after going MIA for so long when we’re this busy.”

Alaric drops his arm, setting me free, but I’m frozen. Why am I having such a hard time walking away? I despise this man. He’s gone out of his way to prove he can destroy my life through schemes and blackmail. He’s cold and ruthless, yet mysterious and alluring.And my God, his mouth looks delicious.Fuck my life. I grab him by the face and pull his mouth to mine in a searing kiss.

He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth. Pushing me against the wall, he molds his body to mine. I feel my nipples harden against the soft cotton of my tee shirt. Warmth creeps up my neck when his stiff cock presses against me. Throwing temptation to the wind, I push into him, wanting to feel every damn inch of him that had me going wild the other night.

The harsh sound of someone clearing their throat has me jumping out of the kiss. I look to my left, my hands still frozen in place on either side of Alaric's head. There stands Tyler, a stern look of disapproval painted across his face.

I feel like a teenager getting caught making out in my bedroom. If only I knew what that truly felt like.

Sorry to interrupt.” He looks from Alaric to me. “But we’re slammed.”

The disappointment in his tone crushes me. I quickly drop my hands and move away from Alaric. “Yeah. I’ll be right there.” Tyler walks away shaking his head and I cover my face with my hands. “Fuuuuck.”

“So he saw us kissing. What’s the big deal?”

“What’s the big deal? Well, let’s see here.” I hold up a finger in the air, adding another with each point I make. “You threatened him in my room. You’re twenty years older than me—”

“Twenty-one years older,” he corrects me.

“Even worse.”

“Age is just a number, baby.” He slithers up to me again and I’m half tempted to reach for his embrace.

“No.” I drop my hands to my sides. “I have to get back to work before I get fired.”

“Let her fire you. I’ll take care of you.”

I take a deep breath, wanting to say so many things about how I need my independence and how this will never work, but I keep it to myself for now. “We’ll talk about this later,” I say before trekking quickly back to the bar.

ChapterTwenty-Five

RHEA

“Areyou sure you know what you’re doing?” Tyler asks as he mixes a drink beside me.

I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye. I’m not sure why I’m so ashamed of myself. It was just a kiss. Last year I would have fucked a guy in a bar if the price was right.

I’m a whore. A dirty whore who is horny for a crazed, sexy, much older man. It’s not just about the sex, though. He’s rubbing off on me. I’ve never had someone fight for me before. I’ve never had someone stay when I made things difficult. And I sure as fuck have never had someone kill for me. As much as I want to wash him away, I think I’m stained by him.

I’m so dizzy from that kiss that my thoughts don’t even make sense.

“Probably not,” I respond honestly. “I never really know what I’m doing.”

“Look,” Tyler turns to me, “I’m not going to judge you. I don’t know your history with Alaric, but just be careful, okay?”

I nod, lips pressed tightly. “I will.”

Tyler tips his head slightly to the right. “You like him, don’t you?

“No.” I blurt out before immediately recanting my response. “I mean, yes. Fuck. I don’t know.”

Placing a comforting hand on my arm, he looks into my eyes and I can see he really cares. “You can’t walk away from him and hold on at the same time, Rhea. You’ll break yourself.”

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