Page 67 of Hard to Resist

“Oh shit. Seriously? I mean, hey, look, it’s fine. These things happen. Work won’t find out, and you’ve only been officially dating Cullen for twenty-four hours, so that’s not really cheating. Well, it is. But it’s fine. It’ll be fine.”

“I didn’t fuck a client. I didn’t fuck anyone, thank God. That would make this so much worse.”

But I’d thought of it. God, had I thought about it.

How am I supposed to face Celine when I’ve had sex dreams about her ex-freaking-husband?

“I’m going to need you to use your words then, babe. Cause I’m hella lost right now, and the stories I’m spinning in my mind are going to be twelve times worse than whatever you actually did.”

“I’m dating my boss’s ex-husband.”

“What?”

“Well, Iwas.I broke up with him.” My voice hitches on the words, the pain still raw.

Hannah’s mouth opens and closes a few times like a guppy, her eyes narrowing then widening, brows raising and lowering.

“Mmm.” She purses her lips and points a finger at me. “You’re gonna have to elaborate.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Clearly you do, otherwise you would’ve just let me waltz out of here to make you coffee.”

I hate when she is right.

I shift, sitting up and resting my back against the headboard. Hannah pulls one of her legs onto the bed and tucks it under her ass as she twists to face me.

Explaining the situation to someone who is still wearing the remnants of last night’s makeup and a chain-link crop-top helps it feel a little less daunting. There’s also the fact that Hannah is the least judgmental human you will ever meet when it comes to the laws of love.

“You know Cullen.”

“Yup, Mr. Flowers.”

“He’s divorced.”

“Oh.” She nods her head before dramatically tilting it to the side. “Wait. How oldisthis man?”

“I never asked, but somewhere early to mid-thirties.”

He has to be around the same age as Celine if they were high school sweethearts. I’ll be honest, while I’d known he was older than me, I hadn’t imagined him being this much older.

“Look at you, going after those silver foxes. Didn’t realize you went for that.”

“What? No. He’s max thirty-five, Han, not fifty-five. Seriously.”

“Still, that’s amaxten-year difference.”

“This is beyond the point.”

“Okay, so he’s divorced. What’s the big deal?”

“His ex-wife.”

“Ah. She’s a bitch?”

“She’s Celine.”

“What?”

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