One to Keep (One to Hold 2)

k your dick in my mouth?”

Shit. Now I was pissed. My jaw clenched, and a thought flashed across my brain, I was the fucker in 24B. Shaking that away, I studied her posture. Defensive, ready to fight. I had to sober up fast and solve this problem before it all went to hell.

“Look,” I said, softening my voice and fighting back what I really wanted to say. “Why don’t we call it a day, and you can check in with him.”

Her brown eyes studied my expression, waiting. I did my best to give her a warm smile. Not The Smile as I was already in a shitload of shit as it was.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

How the fuck did she have my number? The cold realization that she had access to everything as the office secretary washed over me. Great. That was all I needed, some damned Fatal Attraction bullshit. Next thing I knew, she’d be boiling bunnies.

“Sounds great,” I said, doing the acting job of my life. She needed to stay calm, and I needed a break to sober up and figure this out.

I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Her head turned as if she was trying to meet my lips, but I wasn’t kissing that. I stepped back and slid my hand down her arm to squeeze hers. “See you Monday.”

“Monday?” Dark brows pulled together under those white-blonde bangs. “But I thought we might do something before then.”

Anger, frustration, anger again… My whole body was tense, but I smiled casually. “It’s just I’ve got this… Uh, I might have to go out of town.” The idea of visiting Kenny for the weekend crossed my mind.

Her bottom lip pushed forward into a pout that I might’ve thought was sexy. Like five minutes ago. Now I just wanted to get the hell out of here.

“Let me know if your plans change,” her voice was higher, but it still had that husky undertone.

“I will,” I said, leaning forward to grab my keys and my phone off the desk. It was no use locking my office or trying to protect anything. I’d already given her the master key. Fuck. “Just lock up when you leave, okay?”

She nodded, her eyes following me out. I skipped the elevators, and instead slowly backed through the metal doors of the stairwell, still smiling and waving as she watched me through the glass entrance to our office.

Once I was out of sight, I took the steps two at a time. Jumping the last flight, I burst out the bottom door, quickly making my way to the Charger and punching up Kenny’s number.

Chapter 6 – Fucking Fatal Attraction

MFGDMFS! I typed and hit Send before backing out of my parking space.

I didn’t look out my window, but I could feel Star watching me from the offices above. I’d seriously screwed the pooch this time—in every sense of the word. And I was pissed as hell. My phone vibrated and I glanced at it.

LOL, WTF? Kenny texted back.

I waited for the next red light and answered. Any chance I can crash with you this weekend?

The light changed, and I dropped the phone on the passenger’s seat. My brain was working out all the possible scenarios. Star knew where I lived, and judging by her behavior just now, I was pretty confident she’d be stalking me this weekend. But how far would she go? My grip tightened on the steering wheel. I’d never get any sleep worrying about having to fight off some knife-wielding crazybitch in the middle of the night.

Kenny texted back: Only if you can figure out what to tell my parents.

Fuck. I pulled into my parking garage and replied: You don’t have your own place?

How much money do you think I make, Bingley?

Shit. That plan was out. I slammed the car door and jogged up the few flights of stairs to my place. My brain felt scrambled, and I was tired. I needed to lay low for a few days and figure this out. Pressing my lips together, I figured I could rent a hotel room somewhere in town… I considered the other what if as I unlocked my apartment. What if I was overreacting?

Just because Star was screwing around on her husband didn’t mean she was a psycho. Yes, her words in my office and that crazy-assed look in her eyes were not encouraging signs, but I could be wrong about the whole thing.

What’s going on? Kenny texted.

For a moment, I only stared at my phone, thinking. Then I typed it. I figured Kenny’s response would give me a good idea what to expect.

I might’ve fucked Fatal Attraction.

LOLOL!!! She texted back.