Page 73 of Behind Frenemy Lines

CG: “I agreed with the basic premise. It was hard to argue.”

Kriya drew closer. I could see every one of the ridiculous curling lashes shading her eyes. Her lips looked very soft.

She said, smiling: “Is it?”

A long moment passed.

Kriya: “Charles, I’m going to need you to make the first move here, because—”

I kissed her. Touch of her lips on mine went right through me, a full-body shock. Discovered I’d been waiting for this since Kriya kissed me outside the hotel at Loretta’s wedding. Wanting it to happen again.

Kriya’s lips were as soft as they’d looked. Wanted to burrow into her, her warmth and softness and smell. I put my hand onthe back of her head, stroking her hair, then the back of her neck. Followed the curve of her spine down the slope of her back, before cupping the lush rise of her arse.

She bit my bottom lip gently. Licked it, soothing the sting. Then she pulled away.

It was cold everywhere where she wasn’t pressed against me. Wanted her back. I was so hard it hurt.

Kriya: “I’m sorry about, you know, that time.”

CG, blurrily: “What time?”

Kriya: “When I kissed you at the wedding. I was thinking later, I was lucky you didn’t report me.”

CG: “I didn’t mind.”

Only thing I minded was that she’d stopped kissing me. Drew her back down.

Had my hand up her top, having managed to get her bra off, and she was tracing my cock through my jeans lazily, when she pulled away again. This time she said:

“Do you want to move this to the bedroom?”

CG: “Yeah.”

Kriya took off her top.Greatdevelopment. She said: “I should warn you, I’m not sure I’ve got condoms. It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” Without much hope: “You didn’t happen to bring any with you?”

To have done that would have required an optimism wholly foreign to my personality. I shook my head. “It’s also been a while. For me.”

Kriya: “I’ll have a look. We might have to be creative.” She grinned. “I’ve got some ideas for things we can do.”

CG: “Great.” Fully ready to do anything Kriya had in mind. I had a feeling this was about to be one of the nicest things that had ever happened to me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Kriya

Charles wasn’t therewhen I woke up. It felt like mid-morning: Sunshine was glowing through the gaps in the blinds. I heard movement in the living room and got up, pulling on a T-shirt and shorts.

Charles was hunched on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. That was normal enough—except it didn’t look like his personal phone.

“Are you checking your emails?” I said.

Charles started and looked up. “Er—yes. The client said he’d ring today, but we’ve set up a meeting on Monday morning instead. It would be good if you’re able to join. He’s keen to crack on.”

“No kidding.” I went to sit next to him on the sofa. Charles scooted up, making space for me. “Is there a reason for the urgency?”

“They’ve got wind that the accuser’s going to be publishing a second article this week. She’s reached out to ask them to comment on the piece. The client wants to send her a letter, saying we’ll sue if she publishes. We’ve got instructions to prepare an application for an injunction to restrain publication aswell. We’ll have to move pretty quickly with that if the letter doesn’t do the job.”

It sounded like we had another busy week ahead of us. “The letter shouldn’t take too long to put together. We’ve laid out all the arguments in the note.”

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