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How the hell did flirting with Edwina end in a bet where I’m supposed to sleep with someone who isn’t her? Did she not understand that when I dared her
to seduce someone tonight, I meant me? I made it so obvious. Didn’t I?
I like how much she hates me.
“Memories are like broken glass,” I say. “They only hurt if you touch them.”
“if we’d been together last night in the way you’re imagining, we’d have done more than remove our tops, and I would be in bed beside you, not in a chair. You wouldn’t have to ask what we’d done because every inch of your body would remember. You’d still be quaking from the pleasure I gave you. You’d be slick
both from our expenditure and your want for more.”
My hand still feels warm where she touched it, and I don’t think I could maintain a straight face if she touched it again.
When Edwina’s around, it’s hard to concentrate on anything else. That’s how annoying she is.
Her hand leaves my arm, making it feel colder without her touch.
“Use me,”
But the fact remains that I was not thinking straight. I was thinking about Edwina. Obsessing, more like.
I don’t even like her as a person, yet now I like her scent, her voice, and am inexplicably attracted to her face and body. And want to spread her naked form beneath mine and taste every inch of her flesh—
Will thinks Edwina is brilliant. Beautiful. A thorn in his fucking side, yet it’s somehow a delight. As I watch the scenery shift from blue sky to puffy white clouds, I let myself admit that Edwina is so much better than she realizes. I suppose it’s time she knew it too.
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yet she’s as blinding as the sun.
You don’t have to like me to use me, Weenie.
I’m mesmerized.
“Take the lead. Show me what you like. Show me where you want me to kiss you.”
He releases a throaty sound against my mouth,
We’re still fully clothed, yet he’s hard for me.
“But if you’re not ready…fuck, just tell me. I’ll hold myself back.”
He wanted me. He wanted me so badly, I hardly had to touch him to get him off.
“That didn’t feel like hate when you were pumping my cock.”
takes all my restraint not to outright stare as we ride the elevator down to the lobby, but I still manage to drink my fill whenever she isn’t looking.
I tuck my hands in my pockets to keep from touching her again.
All I can think of is Edwina.
Her smile is so coy I want to kiss it off her face.
“You are beautiful,”
“Your words are beautiful. There is no this is more beautiful than that when it comes to you. Your beauty and the beauty of your work are separate entities. Dennis fucking Feverforth was an idiot. He put you on a pedestal. He didn’t deserve the eyes he assessed you with or the heart he professed to love you with if he couldn’t separate himself from the fantasy he built around you and take you for the prize you are.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He pushes off the wall and saunters toward me. He doesn’t stop until only inches separate us. “A friend wouldn’t want to do the kinds of things I want to do with you.”
“Free pass.”
Please use me soon. I need more of you.
I miss William.
So badly I want to see his carefree smile again, to feel his sizzling touch, to taste his lips, and explore all the parts of him we’ve kept hidden thus far. I want to drown in that giddy fluttery feeling he inspires within me.
“You want to know what I’m really thinking? I’m thinking I want to prop you upon one of those balconies and bury my face between your thighs like that couple we found in the north wing.”
But there’s only so much of my surroundings I can admire before they pale against William’s beauty.
“I want to play with every inch of you from now until sunrise, but I don’t want it to be a game.”
“Give me a reason not to go.”
“Give me one reason, Edwina. Just one.”
You don’t have to like me to use me, Weenie.
Don’t forget
That you are
Beautiful.
And
I think I should confess…
I’m
Falling
For
You.
“I want you, Edwina,”
