He’s not being nice, he’s being a selfish jerk.
I still kinda like it though. I’m hopeless.
He tries to wrap his arm around me to escort me down the hall to my bedroom, but I shove his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
“You’re a pain in the ass when you’re drunk,” he informs me.
“You’re a pain in the ass when you’re sober,” I shoot back.
He lets that nugget of truth slide, pushing open my bedroom door and turning on the light. “I know you’re drunk and sad, so your judgment was impaired, but don’t get involved with Felix. I won’t like it.”
I scoff, peeling my sweater off and tossing it somewhere. “Are you fucking kidding me? How many random women am I going to have to serve their fruity little cocktails as they snuggle you in that booth and hang all over your every word? I will fuck anyone I want to, up to and including Felix. I will fuck my way through every man who works for you, if I damn well feel like it. Don’t tell me who I’m allowed to sleep with, Rafe.”
Grabbing my hips and jerking me back against his body, he says, “I know that’s the alcohol talking because this isn’t like you, but you need to stop.”
“I don’t need to do anything,” I tell him. “You’re not my boss.”
“Actually, I am,” he answers dryly.
“I could quit. I should quit. I do quit.”
“Your resignation is rejected,” he informs me, easing me away from his body just enough so that he can reach between us and unsnap my bra. “Tomorrow you’re going to go to work, like always, I’m going to come in for dinner, like always, and you’re going to be my waitress, like always. Our relationship is too important to me to fuck it up with sex. That was my fault. I’m sorry. But you and I are going to get through this, we’re going to get back to normal, and that does not start with you quitting.”
I push the bra straps down until the fabric drops to the ground, leaving me topless, then I begin unbuttoning my pants. “No, I don’t think so,” I tell him. “I think it’s time I stop living my life for you. I think it’s time I think about what’s best for me.”
“What’s best for you is obeying my commands,” he informs me.
I scoff, pushing my jeans down. “No. I won’t tell you what’s best for me, but I know.”
I do know. I should stop worrying about Rafe Morelli and return to my original plan, the whole reason I came to Vegas in the first place. I should focus on being a good person, on ridding the world of bad people.
I should accept that Rafe Morelli is a bad person, and I tricked myself into believing otherwise.
I’m down to a pair of pink, lacey panties and nothing else. Rafe’s gaze travels up and down my naked body, lingering between my legs where I’m still covered.
“Take them off,” he says.
“Nope,” I tell him, a little smug. “This pussy is off the menu for you now. Sorry.”
He doesn’t like my words. No, more than that—he hates them. Taking a step closer so he can look down at me in that intimidating way of his, he repeats, “Take. Them. Off.”
Just as deliberately, I brace a hand against the massive wall of his chest and tell him, “Go. To. Hell.”
My smugness is shortlived. Rafe gives me a shove and I fall backward on the bed. My legs fly up as I fall, but he steadies them, then reaches for my panties and drags them off.
“Rafe,” I complain.
“You told me I could lick this pussy anytime, anywhere,” he reminds me.
“That was before you dumped me, asshole. Common sense indicates that offer is—” I break off on a cry as Rafe wrenches my thighs apart and buries his face between them. Spikes of pleasure hit me hard as he licks my pussy just the way I hoped he would earlier, pausing to kiss me everywhere, like my pussy is the altar he worships at. God, he is the best at sex. I still want to punch him, but I can’t take his tongue away from my clit. That would just be self punishment.
I give in, spreading my legs wider. My eyes roll back in my head with every delightful stroke of his expert tongue, but just when I’m about to come, just when I’m arching up off the bed, chasing ecstasy, he abruptly pulls way.
Disappointment envelopes my whole being as I fall back against the bed. “No. No, no, no.”
He grabs my hip and turns me over so I’m tummy down on the bed, then his hand comes down hard on my ass and I jump. “That’s what you get for telling me you were going to fuck other men,” he states.
“You bastard,” I accuse, frustrated to the point that I’m tempted to touch myself, even with him right here. I want to get off, I was so damn close, and now I’m aching and needy with no relief in sight.